Vafara Lacroix November 18, 2019 Mandala Coloring Pages
Life is busy, very much more so than in the past. Even as late as the 18th Century, most people lived in small communities and dealt in traditional trades. Human interaction was frequent but was mostly done with familiar people. The pace was slower. There weren’t even a fraction of the multitudes of distractions that attack our senses each and every day. Our species used to follow a slower drum than the one we dance to today.
Remember when you were a child, lying on your tummy on the floor, coloring book open, crayon in hand with the other crayons spilling out of the box? Can you remember the sense of peace and enjoyment you felt while you were coloring? Why not consider revisiting this favorite childhood pastime to help during those times when you find yourself feeling on edge.
But in modern society, our hearts must beat faster to handle the pace. From every direction we are bombarded with words, sounds, colors, shapes and movement as we try to puzzle a meaning out of what our senses report to our busy brain. Our minds, our bodies struggle to combat against this relentless attack.
I also found out that there are no rules when it comes to coloring, color outside the lines; it is surprising a way of breaking the rules, and it feels so good. There are no coloring police to arrest you for breaking the color inside the lines rule. Nor do you have to follow the instructions and use the suggested colors. It is a release that is outstanding.
Few activities can involve as many different people as coloring. Everyone is equal at the coloring table, and sharing can be the natural result. Coloring is simple and fun, a great way for children to bond in a mutually satisfying activity. A wide variety of skill levels can be accommodated by the plethora of coloring books available on the market.
I discovered this secret after years of playing with these "art meditations." It was a natural progression, one that could happen with anyone. Once I figured out how to make nice mandalas, I spent a lot of time looking at them. I was admiring them, of course (a special treat because I am not artistically gifted). But in time I noticed something interesting. I loved each and every mandala...the day I created it. Well, maybe not as briefly as one single day, but there was a definite time-frame, it seems, for each mandala. By the time I felt called to draw a new one, I would now love it the best, and the old ones didn’t seem as wonderful as they had in the beginning. They had faded into mere acceptability, their sparkle gone.