This morning is made of the greyest of clouds. Blue-grey, brown-grey, green-grey. Snow clouds. It feels a million miles from the flowery front porch enjoyed this summer, but that doesn’t mean these clouds are “dark” or “sad.” Humans imbue these colors with meaning. Grey gets the short end of the stick. Grey is a redhead’s best friend, the best color for horses and chickens, and the best color for a sky to think under; it is the opposite of depressing. I can see how seasonal depression has made grey the bad guy but it doesn’t deserve it.
There are so many beautiful shades of grey. Grey reminds me of mixing paint with preschoolers, who, with no effort, always turn the drab, dark, and weird, into museful magic. Looking forwad to grey skies to think under. Thank you for you.
I have always hated Thanksgiving (the phony reason for it, the food, the sports and parades on tv, being bombarded with ads for filling our planet with more trash that we'll buy and give to our loved ones in a month... yuck). So I opt out. I am doing laundry today. I love my family, but I will see them about 10 times in December, so I don't feel bad about taking a day for myself. But I don't begrudge anyone their love for the holiday, either, and I hope everyone gets to spend it the way they prefer.
All these years later it’s time to put a new and relevant face on a holiday that is becoming an anachronism. Not saying nix the gratitude. Just refocus.
Judeo-messianism has been spreading its poisonous message among us for nearly two thousand years. Democratic and communist universalisms are more recent, but they have only reinforced the old Jewish narrative. They are the same ideals.
The transnational, transracial, transsexual, transcultural ideals that these ideologies preach to us (across peoples, races, cultures) and which are the daily sustenance of our schools, in our media, in our popular culture, at our universities, and on our streets, have ended up reducing our biosymbolic identity and ethnic pride to their minimal expression.
Wow. I had a dream about you last night.. and then i awake to this post in my email. Not only that, i've been telling people i want to volunteer with Meals on Wheels this winter. Mostly, bc i know i will get the seasonal depression.. and i know helping people will help me get through it. So WOW.
This has to be a sign to do it. I get in my head about it.. and get nervous tho.. i know with elderly people they are so sweet and i won't have to do much talking. Lol.. i know it's hard to get away from some of them too. Haha I hope i really can get out of my comfort zone
I haven’t marked this day in a traditional way for years. I spend the time by doing extra deep cleaning (to appreciate my house as shelter, and therefore sacred.)
I pick up trash at the beach (to appreciate Nature, which is my form of worship.)
Also, She’s Everything.
I worked most holidays before I retired, so I love just being in quiet contemplation. It’s a mix of clouds and sun here in Oceanside CA.
I love grey days too, they’re enchanting and magical in my mind... i think maybe it’s partially connected to how sometimes rain would mean you’d find yourself indoors doing something creative... but also it’s like it’s mentioned in the above, it gets written off which only seems to magnify the potential and freedom of the day for me...
Love this so much. Our country needs a national day of gratitude and service , instead of the celebration of myth. I have always loved grey days and the solitude that comes with them. Rare in my neck of the yucca and cholla.
Here in Colorado a full day of overcast skies is rare. But that’s what we had for the day and we loved it. I am grateful for you, Neko. Your words have always resonated with my soul and I love this community space you offer us.
I love gray clouds. While I was reading this, a blast from the past started singing in my head: "If I knew Picasso I would buy myself a gray guitar and play."
I happen to be totally nuts about grey. Most all my clothes are in greys. I love the entire grey scale. Theres nothing dull about it. It's neutral. It's fair. Open to possibilities. No danger of cliche, as all other colors can be subject to.
grey is my favorite color and has been since I was a kid. It's the color of fog, of the California ocean most of the time, and in addition to being a good color for horses and chickens, is excellent for cats.
There are so many beautiful shades of grey. Grey reminds me of mixing paint with preschoolers, who, with no effort, always turn the drab, dark, and weird, into museful magic. Looking forwad to grey skies to think under. Thank you for you.
https://cwspangle.substack.com/p/shades-of-gray
I have always hated Thanksgiving (the phony reason for it, the food, the sports and parades on tv, being bombarded with ads for filling our planet with more trash that we'll buy and give to our loved ones in a month... yuck). So I opt out. I am doing laundry today. I love my family, but I will see them about 10 times in December, so I don't feel bad about taking a day for myself. But I don't begrudge anyone their love for the holiday, either, and I hope everyone gets to spend it the way they prefer.
thanks for the meals on wheels plug (no opportunities in my zip code, huh?), my dear dad loved getting his meals on wheels before he left us. . . .
All these years later it’s time to put a new and relevant face on a holiday that is becoming an anachronism. Not saying nix the gratitude. Just refocus.
Judeo-messianism has been spreading its poisonous message among us for nearly two thousand years. Democratic and communist universalisms are more recent, but they have only reinforced the old Jewish narrative. They are the same ideals.
The transnational, transracial, transsexual, transcultural ideals that these ideologies preach to us (across peoples, races, cultures) and which are the daily sustenance of our schools, in our media, in our popular culture, at our universities, and on our streets, have ended up reducing our biosymbolic identity and ethnic pride to their minimal expression.
https://cwspangle.substack.com/p/satanism-is-a-jewish-cult
Wow. I had a dream about you last night.. and then i awake to this post in my email. Not only that, i've been telling people i want to volunteer with Meals on Wheels this winter. Mostly, bc i know i will get the seasonal depression.. and i know helping people will help me get through it. So WOW.
This has to be a sign to do it. I get in my head about it.. and get nervous tho.. i know with elderly people they are so sweet and i won't have to do much talking. Lol.. i know it's hard to get away from some of them too. Haha I hope i really can get out of my comfort zone
I haven’t marked this day in a traditional way for years. I spend the time by doing extra deep cleaning (to appreciate my house as shelter, and therefore sacred.)
I pick up trash at the beach (to appreciate Nature, which is my form of worship.)
Also, She’s Everything.
I worked most holidays before I retired, so I love just being in quiet contemplation. It’s a mix of clouds and sun here in Oceanside CA.
May all beings be Free.
I love grey days too, they’re enchanting and magical in my mind... i think maybe it’s partially connected to how sometimes rain would mean you’d find yourself indoors doing something creative... but also it’s like it’s mentioned in the above, it gets written off which only seems to magnify the potential and freedom of the day for me...
Love this so much. Our country needs a national day of gratitude and service , instead of the celebration of myth. I have always loved grey days and the solitude that comes with them. Rare in my neck of the yucca and cholla.
Here in Colorado a full day of overcast skies is rare. But that’s what we had for the day and we loved it. I am grateful for you, Neko. Your words have always resonated with my soul and I love this community space you offer us.
the best color for a sky to think under
I love gray clouds. While I was reading this, a blast from the past started singing in my head: "If I knew Picasso I would buy myself a gray guitar and play."
Getting some grey and embracing it. 🙌🏽
I happen to be totally nuts about grey. Most all my clothes are in greys. I love the entire grey scale. Theres nothing dull about it. It's neutral. It's fair. Open to possibilities. No danger of cliche, as all other colors can be subject to.
I find these days, I can concentrate much better on grey days. Maybe it's my British heritage kicking in or something.
grey is my favorite color and has been since I was a kid. It's the color of fog, of the California ocean most of the time, and in addition to being a good color for horses and chickens, is excellent for cats.
Grey November
Days
wistful words
swirling in the grey
sky
no need to cry
the world turns on
love is
the grey mare or grey
goose
flying overhead
We dread what we
fear
grey thoughts
are in
between, they help
me stand
with my friends
without
judgement or fear.
Love as always to you Neko
(PS although it is Spring here it is a grey cloudy day) :)