Maybe folks are tired of seeing this piece? But it's consuming, filling, pulling and pushing me. Today, looking at this "stair" space. Thinking about light, lightness- how it lets us see through and clearly, and lifts.
Pink was added into the cracks of it. You might think that is the light, cheering things up in the dark corners, but pink is part of the weight here. I've talked about pink before, and am at peace with it now. Still, when it comes to the past, it represents squashing oppressive slaps in the face feelings.
And now adding blue dots to wander through it all. The cool peace of blue. Blue that holds space, endless possibilities & hope. Remembering the conversation with the contractor twenty years ago, holding the light robin's egg blue paint chip out to him in the soon to be bedroom. "You don't want blue, it's cold, you won't feel relaxed in here."
"Blue," I said. I still love it, and if I had the energy, the rest of the house would be the same color.
Blue, a way through and true.