The Sky- Goodyear, AZI'm blue. Fret not, I've come to accept the cycles of depression. Fighting it just leads to a helpless, pathetic kind of misery that I'm not well suited to handle. So, here I am in my pajamas for the second day in a row. The Favorite Guy finagled a short lunch date yesterday-he is rather skilled at coercion, and I picked up some new papers from Jo-Ann while we were out and about. One never knows if the spell is going to be brooding and pensive or impassioned and productive. Either way, best to be prepared.
I find the spells easier to manage when I just allow them to come in and go without resistance. If it's fatigue, I'll nap. If it's food cravings, I'll snack. Unfortunately, I'm not one of those, "go run a 5k" types...now that would be excellent! So far though, the fitness fanatic spell has been remiss. I did however, spend an inordinate amount of time preoccupied with the color blue today. I contemplated its relationship to the term, "the blues". Why not call it "the taupes" or "the ecrus"? Blue has so much potential for happiness. I certainly do not equate these feelings of impending doom, general malaise, fatigue and sloth with cerulean or cornflower or periwinkle. Periwinkle is my favorite color, and look at the shot I took of the Arizona sky; perfectly blue and absolutely gorgeous! So like, whose bright idea was it to call this dreaded feeling the blues? Any ideas? Humor me.
-Peace
11 comments:
Damn good question.
I find the endless blue of the desert sky does help somewhat. Better than the gray clouds of former climes.
I've learned to let it be, too.
Peace, my friend
I think the "grays" makes more sense than the blues. Whenever I feel sad, I watch cartoons. That always makes me feel happier.
The Blues huh, that's a good question why Blue??? Maybe they were thinking more of a midnight blue.
Anyway, make a big cake and ride it out, that's what I do when I'm sad.
If this helps, I remembered that you are a Cancer. Cancers love emotions, all emotions. I know alot of Cancers (grew up in a house full of them) who think they are depressed, but really there is no happy, exciting emotion to feel, so they choose to feel deep sadness. It's probably not so much depression as it is experiencing the dark side of emotions. It's a Cancer thing...feel on.
wow @ the picture. i agree that it's better just to be in and accept the feelings as opposed to trying to distract yourself from them.
i'm not sure where the expression comes from. perhaps it derives from the unliveliness associated with a person when they have a blue tint to their skin from coldness or illness or the blueness of a bruise?? I don't know.
i think it should be changed, though. i'm big on making up my own words/expressions and redefining things on my own terms, so i see nothing with calling it "the taupes" or "the ecrus".
blue is so pretty and evokes such happiness and calmness in me, personally.
peace to you.
Not sure why that color is associated with those feelings, either. I mean, look at that sky: No matter how hard you try, you can not duplicate that color. I've tried. But it seems a perfect hue only God can create. Maybe you're supposed to stare at it--let the beauty soothe whatever ails you. That works for me.
Feel better, my love.
gray is very neutral
Probably blue inspires stillness. The reds or the yellows wouldn't, would they.
ah, etymology. The hobby of great minds! I just went through a "blue" ("taupe") spell myself, should your misery crave company.
Maybe they were thinking about a deep, dark blue....
Good question... an excellent research possibility.
Hope the slump passes quickly. Depression is such a challenge sometimes, one that the "normal" sad (whom I am NOT) don't quite fully understand, lol.
I've always called it my blue funk/purple haze phase. Never thought of it in relations to the actual color. That's what I love about your blog....always thinking of the possibilities!
Just remember its good to feel the bad as well as the good. The funks help you appreciate the joys in your life.
No idea. But bluesy music does pull at the heart strings. At least it does me. And I too have been riding the blues. Unlike you I have not really acknowledged it until now. When it is lifting. And I look around at the chaos I call my bedroom knowing it is finally going to get cleaned up.
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