There is a time between the white of winter and the green of spring, that time is blue.
One day all of the ice on the lake disappeared before our very eyes. The lake ATE it and the wind pushed the ice away from the surface like feathers, you should have seen it.
And so the lake returned to it´s… kind of blue.
I find myself staring at the wobbling waters, I am drawn towards the surface, the surface is not shallow at all, the surface has a thousand colors, the surface MOVES, it breathes. I think that says a lot.
Then came the days of the sky blue and the smell of soil.
We´re also building (yet) a new working table for me to write my book by (that book!)
Under that sky blue, by that blue lake, we´re walking around in blue.
And so I find myself staring at all of the blue and a certain phrase comes to mind. It´s a negative phrase targeted at the dreamers among us, meant to make them give up. “It´s so blue-eyed” they say meaning “naive”. Impossible. Undoable.
As if the blue-eyed state of mind sees LESS of the world!
I have musicians in my homemade cabin right now. They´re making homemade music as we speak- and I feel as I did when I was young: hanging out with friends, eating, talking, laughing, sitting together in the quiet of the evening, getting lost in the deep blue of the mist.
I lost that when I grew up to be a “responsible” adult.
I lost THAT vibe. Like: we´re making history man and the world is big and open! We matter! We can do something!
I wanted to not give up.
I wanted to believe.
I think that what we need as a culture right now, more than anything, is people who dare to dream (about a better way, another way)
I believe we need the arts more than we ever did because see… we lost something. And it need not be so.
What we lost can be rekindled. We can fight for it and we can retrieve it.
You can support my husband and friends via this link and I hope that you will.
You can also help them produce their record via this mobile pay number: 26822044
Here´s one of their songs