Mirror in the hay, thanks for showing me the way #5

In the hay, in the hag, in the hall…

-So which color is missing from the maze to complete our chakras? asks the voice.

-Well, I answer, the conceptors of the maze have mixed two kinds of blue, actually. Because the physical station, where it felt so good to relax and have a chat, is painted in a color very similar to the New Mexican sky, turquoise. But then on the paper they have painted a darker hue.

-cobalt, azure, lapis, navy, indigo?

-I really don’t know, I say. Although I guess it’s indigo, to make it match the color of the sixth chakra, that of the third eye… I must admit that I have a hard time differentiating the colors of the last two chakras: indigo and purple, they look pretty similar to me.

-Well, it’s ok, we will go with the flow anyway, to see what comes up eventually. Speaking of which, what character does ‘blue’ conjure up for you?

Magic Mirror in the hay, thanks for showing me the way #4

Blue Skies, Maze has got blue Skies ♫

-So are we going to hit the green yet, since you’ve been impatiently whining about it? asks the voice.

-I was not whining, I was just eager to get to it. Well you know, something tells me we are not exactly into the green yet, and it’s ok. I feel way more relaxed now, I’m not in such a hurry as I was earlier in our maze walk. I am learning how to enjoy the present moment.

-Beautiful, says the voice. It’s a big improvement!

-I guess so, I answer.

As I walk silently, taking a deep breath from time to time, the voice, for a change, is the one who seems to need to fill the void.

-We have not talked much about that image that showed up when you mentioned the heart-shaped lollipop. Why the horse jumping obstacle in shadows and a drawing, and the weird shape in which the rider seems to dive into?

Magic Mirror in the hay, thanks for showing me the way #3

Follow the Yellow Stone Road

I am thinking out loud as I walk the maze.

-Well, now that I think of it, even though down seems to be the natural direction of a wheel if we let it go free style, we should rather say that it takes us up the maze, if we agree that the colors resonate with our energy wheels, the chakras. Although, it’s true that for now we’ve been walking without looking for something in particular, and maybe it was a coincidence to get started with red and then orange…

-A what? asks the voice who sounds to be on the brink of getting a bit angry.

-Oh, sorry, it’s true, no such thing as coincidence… I didn’t say anything, voice… My bag is starting to feel heavy on my shoulder. Right now, I wish you were more than a voice, just saying. See, I’m progressing. I no longer feel ashamed or too shy to ask for help.

-I see, but you’re strong, you can carry it yourself, although I’m proud of you, yes: you are starting to voice (heehee) what you need. However you still tend to hint at it instead of directly asking for what you want.

-Well, because in my culture, or maybe just my family, we assume that people know what is needed, and it is considered rude and typical of spoiled brats to ask, I guess… No wonder that not too many people think of me as an only child for that matter. Those differences in what should be the “norm” constitute the beauty but also the complexity of cultural codes among different peoples and places. Don’t you agree?