Painted ceilings and bright blues

 I flipped open All The Bright Places again to page 172 and now I want to paint my bedroom walls a light ocean blue that's so bright it will pair nicely with my white-purple blanket. I would buy three gallons of the paint to do it.  At the full brightness of blueness

It takes many, many coats to cover the red. No matter what I do it steeps right through, like the walls are bleeding. By midnight, the paint still isn't dry, and so I gather up the black comforter and shove it into the back of the linen closet in the hall, and I dig around until I find an old blue comforter of Kate's. I spread this onto my bed. I open the windows and move my bed into the middle of the room, and then I climb under the blanket and go to sleep. The next day, I paint the walls again. It takes two days for them to hold the color, which is clear, bright blue of a swimming pool. I lie on my bed feeling easier, like I can catch my breath. Now we're talking, I think. Yes. The only thing I leave alone is the ceiling, because white contains all the wavelengths of the visible spectrum at full brightness. Okay, this is technically true of white light and not white paint but I don't care. I tell myself all the colors are there anyway, and this gives me an idea. I think of writing it as a song, but instead I sign onto the computer and send a message to Violet. You are all the colors in one, at full brightness. ~ Jennifer Niven.

Then I jump to page 186 where Flinch says, When I get back, the white on my bedroom ceiling is too bright, and so I turn it blue with what's left of the paint. ~ Jennifer Niven.

March?🍀

Feels like it's March already, but it isn't. It's still February. Maybe I feel like this because the weather has been so good, I made a purchase, finished a blanket and started reading about Moses. I dunno it just feels like March and I feel like March will fix things (or things will become better than they are) and it's going to be a good month of March-ness. I cannot wait to take photos of the flowers in the alley!

Joni Mitchell- BLUE

I didn't like listening to Joni Mitchell when I was younger but now I adore her BLUE album. The color blue has had meaning for me that can't be expressed outwardly, it's more internal. But I just love her BLUE album so much. I love the piano melodies and I like imagining what Joni felt when she wrote those songs. I think this is one of those things you cannot put into words but you wish you could. Her voice is so RICH and SOFT at the same time. Uniquely hers. 💙

The Robot Committee.. or something? 🤖 🖊

Recently I've felt better about life. I've gone on walks with the beautiful weather and washed my hands with warm water (which I don't do but I really should because it feels nice and I deserve that). I have been taking notes in my Canadian History class and... been drawing robots at the same time? I'm taking notes in blue pen about the historical thinking concepts on the board AND drawing blue robots in the margin while writing down plot lines and the four main historical concepts. I just wanna draw these robots. I have these robot designs on my mind and the plot is there.. in my Canadian history notes.. which I only see in my Canadian History class because I don't wanna look at them anywhere else. I find robots in general very interesting and I love sketching them out and designing the arms, legs and mannerisms. We'll see where this goes I just- (I want this to go somewhere, I really do). (I'm also having this in my mind while trying to memorize Psalm 77) 💜

Stars at 6:45

 Last night, you could have seen more than one star if you looked up long enough. It was hard to see them from the car but when you step out onto the pavement and look up, they are there. There they are. Normally there are no stars, or they're not noticeable. But last night, you couldn't help but notice them. Stars don't demand attention. Then I thought of this quote:

When you consider things like the stars, our affairs don't seem to matter very much, do they? ~Virginia Woolf