Moody Blues

I think a lot has to do with eye color.  When you have brown eyes…you lean towards those earthy, warm, sometimes muddy hues.  The blue eyes gravitate towards those cool, airy colors.  They are the few people who can wear sky blue and not appear like Cyndi Lauper.   My eyes are brown…maybe even hazel, which gives me a little color free form.  But blue is not my color. I am not sure there is anything blue in my closet, except for a pair of pj’s pants that were a sweetly intended gift. So I wear them joyfully.  But as for blue, even though it doesn’t match my eyes…lately, it captures my mood.

It is a bit unfair for blue…seeing as it is not a color that emits sadness.  It’s far more uplifting than dreary.  But somehow…one attached a blue mood to a heavy heart…and the color implication stuck.  And I think Eeyore helped.  He is blue…mood and mangy fur.

A kind, intuitive friend was listening to me bemoan…about my boot, my forced running hiatus, my general discontent with the way the world was spinning.  He had an answer…or at least an inkling.  “It’s not quite winter, but it’s still not spring”.  And somehow the sky matched his words…it was grey, spitting raindrops but not heavily, daffodils still clenched, and the air lingering between damp and dry.

And that is where I am at.  The foot is healing.  I can feel it.  I have kept the strapped cast on faithfully.  I have followed doctor’s orders…which I have never been known to do.  And I have eaten more yogurt than Jamie Lee Curtis!  Yet,  I am still not quite there.  And lately I made the realization, that when the boot becomes a basement spider hangout, I still have some growing to do.  It won’t be back on the road right away for those long, lingering runs…where the miles just pass because the laughter or the sites just carry you.  No…my first few jaunts will be baby steps.  A mile or two at best…then before a blink of my brown eyes…I’ll be heading back.

I am hoping that this is, too, like that time in between winter and spring, will pass.  And I guess there are days we need to let blue be blue…that we can be sad for things we have lost or the things we hope for.  And then, after a moment, we start to remember what we have.  We can look at it with our own clear eyes…brown or blue.