Green: Singin' the blues and lovin' every colorful minute of it
As I write this, I’m sitting in my tower. My prince is downstairs working on some project, and since I cut my long locks ages ago, he’ll have to take the stairs. After more than 14 months, my new upstairs master bedroom is finally finished.
I love everything about it. The walls are made of wood from Superman’s grandfather’s barn, and from an old house on his brother’s property. The cabinetry and floors are all recycled from Facebook Marketplace and the Habitat for Humanity Store. Every nail, every board was placed by my husband. And my favorite thing, besides the fact that the house is green in all the ways I described above, two walls were done in sheetrock and reserved for the paint color of my choice.
Let me share some back story. If you look closely at my last name, it won’t take long for you to figure out my husband's favorite color. I like green. I really do. But y’all, when I met the man, his carpets were hunter green. His kitchen counters were hunter green. The roof was hunter green. The front door, the back door, and so many places in between were hunter green. Even his sofa was green plaid. And all these years, I’ve loved every minute of being married to this man. But I’ve longed for just a touch of my favorite color.
So my handsome prince built me a tower, and two accent walls are a soft, soothing gray-blue. It lifts my spirits and brings me peace. Sheer gray-blue curtains frame each of the windows, adding a cool, breezy vibe against the warm, antique-wood frames. The bathroom is the same calm, gray-blue. Top it off with my own closet (that’s a whole other article) in that peaceful color, and I have a room that feels like a sanctuary, a room where I can truly relax.
I may never leave my tower. Please don’t try to rescue me. I’m good. Really.
It may not shock you that I’m a little (a lot) on the geeky side when it comes to colors and their symbolism. I can’t just be normal and say, “That color’s nice.” I have to know the deeper meaning of each shade and hue. Now that our home is green and blue, I really love the significance. Green stands for life and growth. Blue symbolizes water, and without water, there’s no life, no growth. Green also represents peace, and blue represents heaven and the hope for a better future. So it’s no surprise that when I’m at home (my favorite place on this planet) my spirit feels nourished.
I love that life is so colorful. Some parts are bright and cheery... others are dark and bleak. Some days, weeks, even years are peaceful, filled with growth, while others bring harsh times of pruning. But would we understand the beauty of a yellow-gold sunrise if we couldn’t compare it to the blackest midnight?
So today, as I sit in my lovely blue haven and write these words, it is my sincerest wish, my deepest hope that every one of you reading this will have a day, no—a life—filled with the most vibrant rainbow you can imagine.
“He makes me to lie down in green pastures; He leads me beside the still waters. He restores my soul.” Psalm 23:2-3
Renae Brumbaugh Green is a bestselling author and award-winning humor columnist. She lives in Stephenville with her handsome, country-boy husband, nearly perfect children, and far-too-many animals. Connect with Renae at www.RenaeBrumbaugh.com