Blue #BlogFlash2012

Hi. Today is Day 25 of #BlogFlash2012 and our prompt today is Blue. You might think a colour is quite limiting, yet this one opens many doors. Here is the door it opened for me.

 

Blue

It’s my favourite colour, especially royal blue. Yet, there have been times in my life when blue has had a different meaning altogether.

When you lose someone very dear and you dive mindlessly and uncontrollably into grief, blue is the colour of your days, not in your physical surroundings, but in your head and mood.

 

 

It’s like being surrounded by a blue bubble. You go about your daily tasks and speak when spoken to yet your blue bubble is like your comfort zone. It was a protective layer I wrapped myself in until I was ready to face the world again.

 

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20 thoughts on “Blue #BlogFlash2012

    • Hi Lesley,
      Purple is a spiritual colour that is protective and under normal circumstances I always have a ‘purple cloak’ around me, but the times mentioned in the post weren’t normal circumstances. My world was coloured blue as I was grieving and it just felt like I had this blue bubble surrounding me that I lived in. It sort of became my comfort blanket during that time as I wouldn’t really let anything penetrate that bubble unless I wanted it to. Once I was ready to face the world again, the blue bubble went away and I gathered my normal purple one around me. x

  1. This may come up twice; not sure if my previous attempt has disappeared or will show, so sorry. anyway.

    Royal Blue is my favourite colour! It’s such a vibrabts colour to wrap yourself in until you are ready. A very honest and beautiful post. xxx

  2. How interesting that you think of a blue bubble as protective – I love the colour blue in general but whenever it comes up in relation with mood, it always brings me down.

    • Hi Andrea,
      Normally I don’t think of blue as protective, but as I was grieving at the time it just felt like I was in a blue bubble where I could grieve in peace and only let in who or want I wanted, when I wanted.

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