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Ann Duvall


Winter’s True Blues

On my way through the winter I often find myself vacillating between the effort of creating action items to bring goals more into focus, and the effortless effort,wu wei , to allow myself to wait for “yinsights’. Being true to this time of year I go deeper to contemplate what might need tending through careful examination to allow the unfolding of my own lotus petals. It comes through the spiritual dialogue from walks in nature, journaling, reflective reading, meditation, qigong, prayer and spiritual friendships.

Aligning with the season of Yin I am unafraid of true blues. After returning from a visit into the corporal cave I have bolstered the courage to enter into a dark creative space. The color blue in particular has emerged from my writing life and ancestry through a story I am trying to bring to life on the stage. I have been defaulting to the kind of blue I am prone to feel cozy in, the lighter hues that bathe me in a familial sanctuary through my Caribbean lineage. It is a place where my great grandmother Abuela Marina dwells, Marina magic, where the invisible is made visible, and green blues mix in aquamarine. The kind of blue that gives me life.