I think it was around June or maybe July but there was a night and then a day where I was craving the view of pink. Salmon pink, peach, soft blush pink.
I remember waking from a soft sleep in the middle of the night and needing to see these colors.
It was intense.
Just like the times where I’d have dreams I was drinking water and wake up absolutely dehydrated, it was as if my eyes were desperate for the feeling I just knew being able to rest them on these colors would bring.
Like a soul is described when it absorbs the glory of God or a musician when reaching for an instrument to share an inner feeling that begs for release or expression, that was my late-night need for pink.
I know it sounds crazy, or at the time it did, but in order to survive and calm my brain, for that was what I believe was in pain and what woke me, I opened up Pinterest and started searching for these colors.
“Ahhhhh! Yes!” This was what my body, my whole body seemed to be saying as I gazed on bedding and framed pictures in peaches and pinks.
An itch, scratched. A thirst, slaked. A sigh, exhaled.
I was soothed by gazing on these colors.
I felt like I needed more though and there was a limit to what I could find when searching on Pinterest so I tried Google. I tried a few department stores. I tried a few websites I hoped would be able to help.
The more I looked, the more the sense of calm was replaced with a sense of need.
I needed peach sheets. I needed soft pink bedding.
I needed them in a way I can’t explain other than to say I felt like if I weren’t to find and then purchase these things so that when they came I could take to my bed and have them wrapped around me in the softest of cocoons, I would not be alright mentally or physically.
That was more than five months ago and I have, from time to time, felt that same need pop up; the one in which my eyes needed to see something in order for my brain to not hurt.
I would gaze through Pinterest boards or watch interior decorating shows for glimpses of these colors, these environments, these feelings of colors through visual stimulation like I used to reach for my Headspace app and rely upon mindfulness to ease and calm me.
It always seemed strange to me, how my eyes craved a color.
And then I stumbled upon a Youtube video which led to the discovery of a researcher who I think might know the “why” behind this weirdest of weird things.
And so, I will reach out and ask about it because part of my new “Body (of) Work” involves allowing myself to seek answers to the questions I have about the ways in which body is represented and what lenses I’ll let myself explore and interpret it through.