Paint It Black

 

There is no good reason to let depression get me down, I say!

 

Paint It Black


Paint It Black

Life is like a succulent ripe strawberry, sweet, tart, and full of possibility. Yet some

days inspiration falters. I don’t feel like talking to anyone. I question my path in life. I wonder if I have what it takes to feel worthy of the precious gift of life.

 

Today was one of those days. I turned down all invitations and slunk through my house cleaning and fixing things. When the sun came out I went for a long run in the park. Nothing lifts my mood more than a good Spring cleaning. I deep cleaned my kitchen and chipped away at household clutter. I deep cleaned by body with raw foods and home brewed Kombucha. I cleaned my skin with exercise and a good sweat.

 

Transformation came unexpectedly when I took apart my stove to clean under the burners, and accidentally fixed the clogged pipe that had prevented the left front burner from lighting automatically… for the past 7 years. I’d like to think of this as a miracle (after all, the handyman gave up), or a metaphor for my life. At one point, after cleaning all the pieces, I couldn’t figure out how to put it back together. I didn’t think of that when I took it apart!

 

Three Fires on the Circa 1950 Chambers Stove


Three Fires on the Circa 1950 Chambers Stove

The stove is circa 1950, yes, older than me, and no, I don’t have the owner’s manual. While testing various configurations of assembly, I discovered that a little part had fallen off the gas pipe. Which turned out to be just the part that needed cleaning! I poked it with a toothpick, just for the heck of it, bent the holding prongs back together to get the part to stay in place, and voila—the burner now lights without a match. I feel so satisfied with my new reality that sometimes I’m compelled to stop and turn on that burner as I walk by, just to renew my faith in the possibility of my impossible dreams.

 

 

Ok, back to my metaphor. If I persistently take apart my life, examine and clean up the pieces, even without knowing how things can possibly work out…I can expect spontaneous healing.

 

Often I don’t realize why things aren’t working. My habits are so established that I don’t even realize I have a choice anymore. Is it one of those days? Might I suggest a new take on a “stuck” mood? Embrace the dark side!

 

 

Embracing My Dark Side


Embracing My Dark Side

 

 

 

Paint It Black

 

 

 

 

 

 

A mood

Is a matter

Of interpretation

 

 

 

 

 

 

I see a red door and I want it painted black
No colors anymore I want them to turn black
I see the girls walk by dressed in their summer clothes
I have to turn my head until my darkness goes

 

I see a line of cars and they’re all painted black
With flowers and my love, both never to come back
I see people turn their heads and quickly look away
Like a newborn baby it just happens ev’ryday

I look inside myself and see my heart is black
I see my red door and it has been painted black
Maybe then I’ll fade away and not have to face the facts
It’s not easy facing up when your whole world is black

No more will my green sea go turn a deeper blue
I could not foresee this thing happening to you
If I look hard enough into the setting sun
My love will laugh with me before the morning comes

I see a red door and I want it painted black
No colors anymore I want them to turn black
I see the girls walk by dressed in their summer clothes
I have to turn my head until my darkness goes

Hmm, hmm, hmm…

I wanna see it painted black, painted black
Black as night, black as coal
I wanna see the sun, blotted out from the sky
I wanna see it painted, painted, painted, painted black
Yeah

Hmm, hmm, hmm…

 

Rolling Stones, Paint It, Black. Mick Jagger/Keith Richards

 

 

 Photo Credit:  Melissa Karolides  © 2013

 

 

 

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