I know its been 4 months since you heard from me, but you haven’t been forgotten. I’ve been pressing on, but there hasn’t been much creating. My last post in July was part of my normal summer slowdown, but unforeseen circumstances burst onto the scene commanding a large portion of my time and attention. The darker sides of life and people often present themselves to us at unexpected times in unexpected ways.
So I was reminded that into each life, some rain must fall. All of life is a revolving series of endings and beginnings – the sun rises and sets, the seasons transform and change, joys bring us light and sorrows bring the blues. The people and things we love most are very often the sources of our brightest days and darkest nights. The winds of change blew a storm my way and I got the blues.
People say that time heals all wounds, but what we do between the hurt and the healing can make a world of difference. It’s not just the time, but what we do during the time which determines whether we heal in a manner which is conducive to future growth, or just an exercise in repression which eventually leaves us with more psycho-spiritual baggage. These unseen scars cause more damage and heal much slower than our physical bodies, so we must be more intentional about our healing by doing so from the inside out just as our bodies do.
So I sunk into the blues. I prayed, I wept, I was angry, I felt as if everything in my life had suddenly just shriveled up. I wanted to work, to create, to wash these blues away by birthing something truly powerful from this darkness, but nothing came. I was numb, paralyzed, creatively mute. Sitting in my studio, staring at my sketchbook, living with the blues. There was no light and there was no muse. The only light to be found was reflected from the moon. Moonlight Blues
Every day, everyday I have the blues.
When you see me crying baby, you know it’s you I hate to lose
Seems like nobody loves me, and nobody seems to care
Speakin’ bout hard times and trouble, you know I’ve had my share.
I’m gonna pack my bags and move on the down the line
Ain’t nobody worrying and ain’t nobody crying
Everyday I have the blues
B. B. King
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