You’re out walking and look up, and the color of the sky stops you in your tracks. You’ve never seen such a light, such a color as this rose-pink before. The sky is aflame with it. You can’t look away. Years pass and still you remember that day, that sky, that light. Then one day you’re listening to a ‘Meditation for the Soul’ at A Tree of Light and they have a name for the rose-pink light. It’s the Christ Consciousness.

Of course! How could it be otherwise. You saw it with your own eyes, but it was the heart that registered it, the soul that aligned with it. The soul that feels the light within. The rose light of pure love filtered through the eyes, known by the heart.

My watercolors will never do it justice, but I can still picture a rose madder sky careening over Brooklyn, splashing down the steps of an old London alley, softening the edges of Manhattan. The color beats through my heart, no matter how the light may change.
Meditations for the Soul. http://atreeoflight.org/Community#MFS