love is blue
I once heard someone say that, to them, love is blue. This image fascinated me because I’d been so used to hearing love described as “passionate” or “intense.” Words that painted it only in shades of burning, fiery red.
But the more I thought about it, and the more I experienced it for myself, the more the statement made sense.
In its purest, healthiest state, love is peace. It’s not raging waves, but steady waters. Not the war, but the flag raised in surrender.
Love is fluid, effortlessly expanding and shifting to fill the space it’s given. It holds your hand firmly to reassure you of your place, but gently enough to still allow movement. It knows that you will never stay exactly as you are each day, but thoughtfully sets a place at the table to welcome whichever version arrives next.
It thrives not on loud, volatile emotions, but on the consistency of our choices.
It is freeing. It is calming.
It is blue.
