Blog 1209 – 12-18-2018
I Like Blue Lights
For New Agers there is a special significance in the blue light. I remember a song from the late nineteen sixties called Crystal Blue Persuasion that said, “Peace and good, brotherhood, crystal blue persuasion.” I do like peace, good, and brother/sisterhood but I also just like blue lights. I know many of you prefer the tiny white lights, or the tiny colored lights, or the big colored lights at Christmas time but if I had my way, and it is a good thing I do not always, the world would not only smell always like Chanel No. 5 but there would be blue lights year round everywhere. There are blue lights at many airports to mark the runways and taxiing strips and I marvel every time I take off or land at night how beautiful all those blue lights look.
I finally got around to decorating my little house on wheels on the prairie yesterday and you guessed it – mostly blue lights inside and out. Oh, I did put up a few white lights and a few strings of other colored lights and one of mixed colors on my little tree but it is the blue lights that excite me most. If I had to pick a favorite color, and I would only if pressed, for I think all the colors of the rainbow or color spectrum are equally beautiful, I would pick blue. My last name is White and when asked my color or race (In my opinion there is only One Race, the Human Race) I have often checked White or Caucasian.
I just looked that word up in the dictionary and here is what I found:
“Anthropology. of, pertaining to, or characteristic of one of the traditional racial divisions of humankind, marked by fair to dark skin, straight to tightly curled hair, and light to very dark eyes, and originally inhabiting Europe, parts of North Africa, western Asia, and India: no longer in technical use.”
Well, Honey, that was as clear as mud and I figure that we are all Mudbloods and Magical folk anyway to follow the Harry Potter world take on things. We are all according to humanity historians migrated from Africa and by the definition of the word “no longer in technical use,” are all Caucasians.
I have always been particularly fond of Scot comedian Billy Connolly’s description of himself and many of us whiter skinned folks as actually blue, the blue veins showing through our pale skin and cooler temps giving us an even bluer hue. How is that for taking my fondness for blue lights full circle? We should all be proud of the bodies that we were given, or chose depending on how you look at it, and happy to be a part of this beautiful rainbow of humanity.
Red lights, yellow lights, green lights – I still like blue lights too.
Your friend and fellow traveler,