Preserving Peace

Colour It was Pablo Picasso who once said that “Colours, like features, follow the changes of the emotions”.   No matter our consciousness of the matter, colour has the ability to affect our mood.   Most colours have a universal meaning.   In primary school, we're taught that red, yellow and orange are warm colours.   We see sunrises and sunsets and feel warm and fuzzy inside.   Conversely, red could denote anger, rage and passion.   Cool colours like blue, green and purple are what their name suggests synonymous with calmness, collectedness and the cooler things in life. In different cultures, colours signify different things.   Where a white wedding dress is a sign of purity at a western wedding, in the eastern part of the world, it’s worn when mourning. Psychologically, colours have impacted lives as far back as the early Egyptians who used colour for holistic benefits.   According to an article on the history of colour psychology , red was known to increase circul

In the book, “Think and Grow Rich“, Napoleon Hill wrote, “Thoughts are things, and powerful things at that….” It makes you wonder, doesn’t it?   Sociology has a term called a self-fulfilling prophecy.   It is when what you are convinced of in your mind influences your behavior subconsciously creating the thing you imagined. Indeed thoughts can become things. According to the World Health Organization , 300 million people in the world suffer from depression and 260 million people live with anxiety disorders.   To put it in perspective, that’s a little over the population of North Korea.   With stats like these, I’m sure you would agree that it’s valuable looking for ways to ease anxiety. 1.   Start a gratitude journal I remember when my therapist suggested journaling to me.   It sounded good when she explained the benefits of getting my thoughts on paper, but when I was alone with my mind, it would either just go blank or I’d get distracted.   So what I found much ea

For anyone who has experienced the loss of a close family member, you would agree that it isn’t the burial that’s the most difficult.    It’s carrying on without them.    It’s coming home and they not there.    It’s realizing you will never hear their voice again and never get to hold them.    It’s the painful truth that, if they were a pillar in your life as my mother was in mine, the biggest storm you ever faced would be done without them, because their passing was the cause of it. It’s an emotional storm that rages on without consent, as your heart feels things you never thought you would ever feel. Peace is a foreign concept and the memory of you once having it becomes distant as depression and anxiety lay at the foot of the door of your heart, eager to creep in. Even the overcast sky with its rolling fierce clouds and flashes of lightning fails to reflect the storm of my emotions in your mind. I’ll never forget the day I watched my mother take her last breath. She had suf