Sacred Color: A Journey Through Thailand and Brazil’s Vibrant Ways of Seeing

In Thailand, color is cosmic. In Brazil, it’s embodied.
From temples to markets, car interiors to Carnival—the feminine pulse of life is dressed in brightness.

There are places in the world where color isn’t just decoration—it’s a way of being.
It tells stories. It protects. It heals. It invites.

Since moving to Thailand, I’ve been surrounded by color in a way that almost surprised me. Not just in sarongs and sunsets—but in temples, taxis, market stalls, flower offerings, and even the purple leather interiors of pickup trucks driven by men. And somehow, it all feels intentional. Almost sacred.

I was born in Brazil—a country known for its joyful palette. Where Carnival erupts in sequins and feathers, where fruit markets sing in orange, red, and green. But the way color moves in each place is different. In Thailand, it feels spiritual. In Brazil, it feels embodied.

Both are feminine. Both are powerful.
Both remind me that we were never meant to live in beige.

Thailand – Color as Cosmic Alignment
In Thailand, color is more than visual—it’s vibrational. Each day of the week is assigned a color, drawn from Hindu and astrological roots:

Sunday – Red
Monday – Yellow
Tuesday – Pink
Wednesday – Green
Thursday – Orange
Friday – Blue
Saturday – Purple or Black

People wear these colors according to the day—especially on sacred occasions. Monks in saffron robes, temples painted in dazzling hues, taxis in vivid pink and green… even the color of a car is chosen based on your birth day, to attract good fortune or balance your energy.

Color here is chosen with care. It protects. It harmonizes. It aligns you with the unseen.

“In Thailand, color isn’t loud—it’s sacred.
Even the brightest pink is whispering to the stars.”

Brazil – Color as Embodiment of Joy and Resistance
In Brazil, color pours through the body. It dances through samba, shimmers in street parades, pulses in beachwear, beads, paint, tiles, and fabric.

It’s loud because we are loud. It’s mixed because we are mixed. It’s joyful not because we’ve never suffered—but because joy has always been our form of rebellion.

Afro-Brazilian religions like Candomblé use color to represent deities and energies:
White for Oxalá (peace and clarity)
Blue for Yemanjá (the sea, the mother)
Red for Ogum (strength and protection)

Color here is devotional, but also instinctual. We wear it to connect, to seduce, to celebrate, to survive. It doesn’t ask permission.

“In Brazil, color doesn’t follow the stars.
It follows the hips, the heat, the heart.”

Between the Two – How I See Now
Living in Thailand for a decade has changed the way I see color. It’s made me more sensitive. More intentional. More reverent.

But I still carry Brazil in my blood—where color is celebration, expression, fire.
And so I find myself somewhere in the middle:

I dress with the softness of Thailand and the heat of Brazil.
I bow in silence and I dance in the street.
I choose colors that align with my energy—and colors that explode with feeling.

This is what it means to belong to both.
To let color be your compass and your cry of freedom.

Color is not chaos. It’s memory. It’s emotion.