Carola Hagen
My 6-year-old heart was in awe -looking at the colors, and beauty, and light, inside this historic cathedral that I snuck into with my friend. It felt safe, and warm, and like a place where I could talk to Jesus and my big sister, who had, passed away only 3 years earlier - which left a huge hole in my little heart. She died when she was 7, I was 3, and found myself in a grey cloud - surrounded by mourning and sorrow, not quite understanding why, nor how I could get out of it, as I hadn't been able to go to the funeral or say good-bye to her. All I knew was, that I missed her. The cathedral felt so different to home. Here - inside this old church, it was different. I saw the deep vast blue sky, the warm sunny yellows, the soft green, the peaceful light blue and happy delicate oranges and pinks, - the energizing reds in the depictions of the frescos above me. These colors gave me deep peace. For the first time I felt a safe presence, hope, joy and life. I felt at home. It wasn’t until years later that I made the connection between color and emotions. That deeply transformational moment of being color-struck by beauty, in the cathedral as a lonely little girl, set the tone for the rest of my life. During my Architecture and Psychotherapy Studies, I learned that my Intuition had guided me through painful periods of my life through color. Color is Light, it has a strong influence on our brainwaves and therefore on our psyche.
