Green has been my favorite color since as far back as I can recall. In other words, always. It still is. Notwithstanding, fall is my favorite season and time of year. A paradox?
Green was the WordPress writing prompt for April. I get it. So here is my response, or thoughts on “Green”.
“Just a little green, like the color when the spring is born. You’re sad and you’re sorry, but you’re not ashamed. Little green, have a happy ending.”
Those are lyrics from Joni Mitchell’s 1970 song Little Green on her album Blue. One of my all time favorites and sadly, not available on Spotify because of Neil Young’s crooked thinking, ego, and lust? Who knows?
is what Joni’s song implies. Sad as it is. Green implies spring, and spring implies new life and progress. Or at least, that life will continue, carry on. And maybe this year will be better than the last. Lately, how has worked out?
Is hope now gone? I am, by my nature optimistic. However, things do seem dark.
is said to be the dark side of personality. Some thing which we all have. Such as in the emotion of Jealousy – The Green Eyed Monster. Or The Dangerous Passion.
however, just might be a good thing. Hear me out?
Maybe jealousy serves the purpose of family stability? Family stability is, by all accounts, a thing that leads to healthy child development. And, healthy children grow into healthy (of which happiness is a component of good health) adults.
Jealousy, the dangerous passion, threatens violence. That threat then discourages rivals from attempting to take that which is not theirs, but could be. In the wake of that children suffer. Whether or not the rival is successful. So jealousy serves as a non violent emotion to discourage actual conflict and death. All of which cascades down upon the children – the new ones.
Isn’t it ironic?
that having wrote this a few days ago. Yesterday I was editing and lo – an iron plant pot, perched above my desk fell down. The shock of that collision then caused my computer to freak out and die. Yes, my MacBook pro now only displays “The Blue Screen of Death”.
Lost are all my old pictures, writings, and music. Including Joni Mitchell’s album Blue. From which the song Little Green is on. All gone. Not new life this Spring, but death. Black and blue fucking death.
“Hey hey, my my, out of the blue and into the black. They give you this, but you pay for that. And once you’re gone, you can’t come back.”
Those lyrics are from a Neil Young song. One of my favorites.
I think what caused the pot to fall was new growth. The plant was a rhododendron. It was old and had great, heavy, long vines that wove through the shelves and books atop the desk’s surface. A new leaf opened and that had just enough added weight to pull the pot over and down. Boom.
I don’t know. I’ve lost my touch, being old myself. At some point in life, it’s time to go. So new life can grow.
I’m sitting here at the desk, having cleaned up the mess. And I’m listening to Hey, hey, my my on Spotify, a cover by Battleme. It is a sad song. So is Little Green.
I just don’t know anymore. I was born in the fall. However, so far so good. I’m doing okay.