When you hear the word “blue,” what do you think of? Do you think of the color with all its hues from sky blue and azure blue to turquoise and navy? I don’t, I think of a peacock and three women whose stories are so diverse and even twisted that they keep me on the edge of my seat until the last line. Huh?
For me, the word “blue” conjures up a vision of Blue. a novel by Kayce Stevens Hughlett. The cover is adorned with a blue peacock whose tail feathers are a colorful work of art, and the story within the book is a psychological mind-bender of three women who are each their own worst enemy because they are trying to ignore the past and the impact it has on their present and their future.
For me, it was one of those books that touched me because each woman is so fragile, yet strong, in their own way. I could relate—not to their individual stories, but to the reality that we are all fragile and strong, sometimes all at the same time, often not wanting to recognize either.
And, every one of our lives intertwine, in some way—maybe not in ways we recognize now, or ever will—but our lives intertwine. We can’t live on this planet and not have an impact on each other because of our choices, our decisions, and our attitudes toward life. Blue captures that connection and the way each of the women’s lives shifts by those connections—past, present, and future.
Nope, blue is no longer just a color to me, it is a symbol of the complexity of life and the part that each of us plays in it. It is a reminder to me that our past affects our present, and our present affects our future. A good reminder that living mindful of every day and every person we interact with should be our priority.