Friday Blues: This Too Shall Pass

the days you wake up cobalt
because there's a storm brewing
or aquamarine, because you long for the sea
sensual indigos dreaming of gods
or cerulean sweep over sky
you ask for it to be a good day
but so often get the blues.

Been an anxious week - a really bone rattling physical anxiety that has my jaw clenching hard in the middle of the night and a trembling in my fingertips. As much as I invite anxiety to the tea house of my soul, my body fights against it, making it worse. Time to start some EFT tapping again, try to work through some stuff and reprogram my brain. I'm in permanent fight or flight - despite the kava, the magnesium, the ashwagandwa, the potion from the naturopath, the breathing. Somedays it's like I'm drowning. But it'll pass. It'll pass.

As for the image, I found this on a wall somewhere in Somerset in the middle of April in that first 2020 lockdown. Seemed apt. Perhaps I'm still experiencing the aftershocks of it's passing.