Blue is internal.
It’s the other side of sunlight, where solitude lives.
Demons also live there. If you don’t make friends with the demons and fully acknowledge their right to live in the shadows, they grow malevolent. Eventually, inevitably the malevolence comes to find you in the dark, biting.
This is an excellent method for self-administered shock therapy, though it can be very dangerous. The fallout is messy, often requiring years of clean-up.
A blue story might happen in the shadows under an overpass and never be told. In a rich dream barely remembered in the morning, blue would be the awareness of vulnerability. Blue is a difficult question left unasked, a knot of trauma buried in your body and waiting to be acknowledged.
It’s slippery and changeable, the blue of shadow, of vulnerable. It beckons….what IS that in the corner? under the bed, in the basement, in the closet…
But if you turn on the light, blue is gone. It does not survive glare.
So, gentle blue. Patient, kind, tender. Blue of sadness just before sleep, when a small thing is remembered from the day and filed in a dream. Blue of rich and enduring peace, as deep and calm as the ocean floor. Restful blue, healing blue.
The blue of silent, joyful, floating surrender, unwitnessed by anyone but yourself. This is the blue that connects you in the most profoundly human way to everything else in the ecosystem you are an integral part of.