“There’s a certain time of day after sunset when people naturally seem to feel the urge to gather by a fire or a stove or a hibachi or another common source of heat and food, and hunker down together to eat and drink. Call it the blue hour.” ~ Kate Christensen
🎵 Blue on blue, heartache on heartache . . . 🎶
Remember that song? It comes to mind whenever I think about 2017 . . .
But now it’s 2018 — Happy New Year, Friends!
We’ve turned the page, so it’s time to shift our thinking.
BLUE IS GOOD!
In fact, it’s so good, I chose to make THINK BLUE my motto for 2018. 🙂
Last year my One Little Word was TRUTH. Poor Truth was tested, dragged through the mud, disguised, distorted, ignored, disregarded. Is that any way to treat one of the bedrocks of a civilized society? I think not.
I will always champion Truth, because no matter what you do to her, she prevails. She will always find a way to make herself known.
Since Truth is having an especially tough time right now, I wanted to support her with Two Little Words. I chose THINK BLUE after reading this poem:
HIS FAVORITE BLUE CUP
by Stephen Dobyns
Over the years — and Heart has had many years —
numerous objects have slipped from his possession,
some were lost, some fell apart, some got stolen.
That cowboy doll he loved as a child,
does a piece of it still remain? And the pen
he’s been looking for all week, where does it hide?
His favorite blue cup which the dog broke,
the green linen shirt that at last wore out,
the Chevy convertible that wound up in the junk yard —
Heart has come to think that all these objects are together
along with absent friends, departed family members
and pets that traveled over to the great beyond.
Somewhere, he believes, there’s a place made up
of previous houses, former gardens and furnished
with the vanished furniture his hands have touched.
There missing friends recline on once-loved chairs.
A cat gone for twenty years naps beneath a burning lamp.
Lost clothes fill the closets, lost books line the shelves.
The trees in front, cars in back: Heart would know them all.
These days Heart’s mind sometimes wanders.
He’s in a daze, he’s drifted off or gathering wool,
and he thinks at such times he, too, has disappeared,
that he’s rambling through his composite house,
sipping coffee from his blue cup, tossing a ball
for a mutt he owned when he was six or walking
arm and arm with a friend not seen for years.
You look pale, the friend says, you’ve gotten thinner.
I’ve been away, says Heart, I’ve been away.
~ from Poetry Magazine, 1999
This poem made me think about some of my favorite childhood possessions: the big Ruthy doll I got one Christmas, the shiny royal blue pencil case I carried to school every day, my Golden Books collection, my Barbies. I wish I still had those things now. Once a collector, always a collector. 🙂
And I would love to be able to revisit some of the places I used to live and find them exactly the same, or see people I’ve lost just one more time. Maybe I’m yearning for a simpler, gentler world when I knew which way was up. Maybe I’m searching for the America I once believed in.
When we lose sight of what really matters, Heart reminds us. We can find our way back by practicing tolerance, compassion, empathy, kindness, and caring — drinking from the common blue cup of humanity.
My heart was broken after the 2016 presidential election and hung out to dry during 2017. THINK BLUE will help me pick up the pieces. The only way I can reconcile the fact that millions of people actually voted for “he who must not be named,” is to think that maybe their hearts were away at the time. Somewhere, there’s a place where all their lost ideals can be found, where they can readopt the values they profess to uphold (love not hate, the golden rule, all men and women are created equal). Maybe Heart will help them lose their hypocrisy and regain their common sense.
Hearts make us human. Hearts are color blind. Hearts are true blue.
So, this year, I’m taking one day at a time,
rereading some of my favorite books (for comfort and reassurance),
checking out some new ones (for fresh inspiration),
feasting on poetry (to stay in tune with Heart),
embracing my favorite artists (to marvel and admire),
inviting some of my cool friends to tea,
and gazing into their blue eyes —
and above all, doing what I can to help
MAKE CONGRESS BLUE AGAIN!
Let’s all have a better year.
Don’t lose HOPE.
Just take it one step at a time.
Focus on the good.
Whatever makes you happy!
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