One of the first decisions a bride faces is the choice of color scheme. When asked whether I wanted my Save-the-Date cards to be accented in green, pink, or blue, I didn’t have to think long to know my answer. Not blue. Not green. I wanted pink.
How did I know this? I have no personal vendetta against green. Green is lovely. It’s the color of nature, of my favorite veggie drink, of Kermit. But it wasn’t for my bridesmaids’ dresses. Why did my instinct, my gut, seemingly choose one wavelength on the color spectrum over another?
One of the first questions we ask as children is “What’s your favorite color?” Every child has an answer. Most are willing to go to the mattresses to defend their choice. They know that they like pink better than green by tapping into a deep, personal side of themselves – their observer mind. It’s an early instance for them to step outside of the moment of action and reflect by asking, “What do I, removed from the distractions and noise of the moment, truly feel?” It’s a simple act, but one that underlies the infinitely more complex web of choices and actions into which they’ll soon find themselves bound.
In yoga, you return to that simple question that appeals to the observer mind. What do I, apart from the white noise of life, really feel? Finding that “I” can feel impossible. Yoga helps us locate ourselves.
Within that context, the million choices I face planning my wedding don’t seem so stressful or complicated. All I need to do is ask myself, “What’s my favorite color?” Then, like I would have done when I was three years-old, answer from within.