During a guided meditation today, an unexpected image appeared: my ideal self, dressed in brown and pink. The colors felt quiet, grounded, and unmistakably true.
For years, I’ve designed my materials in green and yellow — colors of growth, vitality, clarity, and playfulness. They carried me through a long season of seeking lightness, joy, and renewal. They were the colors I reached for when life felt heavy.
But lately, a different palette has been calling. Brown: the earth, the hearth, the sheltering woods. Pink: compassion, softness, comfort, the gentle warmth of home.
Together, they speak of grounding and tenderness — the qualities at the heart of my work. They feel less like ambition and more like presence. Less like striving and more like returning.
This shift isn’t about branding so much as remembering. Not choosing new colors, but recognizing the ones that have been holding me all along.
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