Encaustic grounds in preparation, with blue note
I don’t do January at all well. The crescendo of Christmas and New Year has past. I am diminished. January is a grey note, repeated. I want to hibernate. Sleep till spring. Curiously, when I do sleep, I have colourful dreams.
This morning, I looked out of my window and saw blue, a patch of blue sky. My spirits rose. And in that moment I realised that for me, blue equals hope and promise.
As I was gifted this blue, I am passing it on. Spreading the hope and promise. If you don’t pass it on, you don’t get to keep it you know.
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Nice! I loved patch of blue. We have blue skies and bright sunshine again today.. Hurray!
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I hope the sunshine is lasting, Renie. We have sub-zero temps and morning frosts here, but there is sunshine, too.
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I also have a problem with January, it seems gray, gray, gray…Thank you for the gift of blue!
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You’re welcome! See, it gifted me back wth you gratitude. And by the way my room today is flooded with sunshine! 🙂
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And to think when we’re sad we say we’re blue.
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‘Blue’ is definitely a hard-done word. ‘Blue’ should sue, I think, and so, I think, do you. See how melodic it is. ‘Singing the blues’ – ‘blues’ originating in slavery – is also about singing AWAY the blues. Companionship between slaves and all that. 🙂
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