We exist in an ever moving palette of color. Seasons change, we change, and the world around us changes. Yet we have permitted palettes of memories in the depths of who we are. Sometimes these palettes even over lay each other.

Like the memories of your grandma’s living room where family would gather to feast and play card games.

To the moment of watching your child see the ocean and its magnificent colors that move in power and peace.

To stepping into your favorite place that bring peace, calmness and stability into your future.

Each color and memory is ever so present at all times. We can pull them up and recall them at anytime. Or maybe we see that flower in the field where the color takes us back to a familiar place. Next thing we know we are reminiscing on memories of the past.

Each one is a gift and each one needs time to be created.

There is a little gallery in each one of us, of colors we have collected. Each one just as unique as the person who created them.