Alex is a pianist. He has played the blues due to disappointment and frustration. Piano study gets hard and demanding, sometimes. When I play "the blues" everything seems hopeless and never-endingly difficult. No light at the end of the tunnel, no possibility of success.
Here he is on a decidedly different day. How could he possibly get almost every pin in the webelos book. Every pin! I wonder if this day was more emotionally saturated or the day he wouldn't play another note? My sneaking suspicion is that the blues feel deeper than the joy. I may be wrong. Is it in our mortal DNA to let the blues infiltrate our every cell? Can we let our joy fill us equally full?
I would like to hold space for that desire. Today I felt that joy creeping up my spine and I wanted to bottle the feeling. Breathe deep! Breathe the blues away!
I write on Fridays with a large group who inspire me. Only five minutes and without much thought to perfection. I write, prompted by one word that sends my thoughts to the keyboard and hopefully make sense.