“For blue has no mind. It is not wise, nor does it promise any wisdom. It is beautiful, and despite what the poets and philosophers and theologians have said, I think beauty neither obscures truth nor reveals it. Likewise, it leads neither toward justice nor away from it. It is pharmaken. It radiates. “ - Maggie Nelson, Bluets #164
After a solstice fire of blue flames, I slept soundly but woke up feeling like the blue had inhabited my body. Am I sensing the turn of the sun? Blue skies of summer giving way to the blue light of ice? It is not the middle of summer, but it is the shift in the cycle of light... dear old sun.
