We like to be happy not just because it feels good but for the reason that it doesn’t require the presence of hope nor the sun in order for its warmth to be felt in our hearts.
Even the memories of our joy from long ago experiences can bring a smile onto our faces well into the tomorrows.
We take exception with our darkness because it’s existence calls for us to integrate those gloomy feelings and that kind of transformative process is laced with dragons and thousands of prickle bushes which isn’t what we dream of.
It would be so much easier if we could hold onto what we want as we walk while casting away from ourselves the unwanted as if they were handfuls of dirt simply tossed into the wind to land anywhere other than where we are.
Along every journey, though, there are always spots that get too much or too little of a variety of things making it hard to cultivate what we desire regardless of goals and that thing called hope that we carry in our tool bags.
Its as if those specific places have unique points of view that don’t take our wishes into consideration as they sing their off-key “f” note songs.
Perhaps its that the definitions and values of those patches have been underrated as we perceive them as being what prevents us from moving forward when really they help us to define the why we want to go a particular way.
Different seeds need individual nourishment as well as certain environments while growing at contrasting rates and weeds are just clumps of un-utilized fertilizer that is meant to feed the blossoms of understanding that we need as we travel along our paths in our so very heavell lives.
Imagine expecting a rainbow to appear without the sunlight and the moisture from the rain working together to create it or if it never showed up unless it was promised it would perfectly touch the land at the beginning and the end of itself.
Or hoping that a tropical plant will thrive in an area where the sun beats down with very few moments of shade and what little wetness that does come struggles to penetrate the hardness of the soil.
Or to anticipate being happy in the moment that we are actually in when our view believes it’s a destination that we have either already left behind or a location somewhere down the trail that we might never get to.
In our stories of love that have typically been written in black and white, the very essence of the idea of change invokes our holding our breath as it reminds us of the gloom that resides within us and the things that appear to be missing from us as well.
So lean in to hear those parts that seem to be the marks in our gardens or the debris found along our journeys as they are waiting to be combined or mixed in as the nutrients that make the forecast for our transformation just right for who we are and what we are working with.
Have the best day POSSIBLE for you. Love Always, Heavell
Yesterday holds our unified and yet isolating accounts that haven’t felt good nonetheless tomorrow contains the unmarked pages waiting for us to color ourselves differently including the black and gray hues that can represent our favorite pigments.
Yesterday carries our hope that was created from what we have dreamed of but tomorrow we maintain the definition of that inspiring thing by knowing why we want to achieve it.
Yesterday nudges us with the reminder of all of our missteps however tomorrow prompts us to turn around to see that sometimes we have to go back in order to determinedly push forward.
Yesterday grips the moments that we wish with all of our hearts we could change still tomorrow supports transforming what has been into what we now understand better about ourselves as well as others.
Yesterday we believed that we did not belong all the same tomorrow leverages that closed door open so that we may let ourselves into all beneficial connections that help us to go through.
Yesterday the darkness was made up of weeds and pain but tomorrow that gloom will move from the “f” word known as foes to the one recognized as friends.
Yesterday our tunes repeated the beats of the loud voices that we often listened to when we shouldn’t have even so tomorrow we will sing and hear the songs that are kinder to ourselves.
Yesterday we were only able to write in black and white while tomorrow we will imagine other stains that don’t limit our ability to tell the better narratives that are waiting to be told.
Yesterday we blamed the rain for drenching us be that as it may tomorrow our shelters will have fewer holes as we leave space to get to know ourselves more thoughtfully.
Yesterday was concerned with the debris that tripped us up on our trails nevertheless tomorrow will be focused on our epic tales and the dragons we overcome in small and big ways.
Yesterday was encircled by our holding our breath while smiling yet tomorrow exhaling will prevail in our tears of sorrow as well as our laughter that makes our stomachs hurt.
Yesterday we defined ourselves as being a particular noun at the same time tomorrow we will clasp that part as existing in the process of the practicing that a whole actively does in getting it wrong on the way to acquiring what’s right.
Yesterday was all about the flowers and the goals yet tomorrow positive actions will assist us when the distance between those items feels impossible to navigate.
Yesterday our safety was paper thin nonetheless tomorrow word by word we will trust that we are under the sun even when the storms in our lives block it from our view.
And today we will welcome ourselves home into our stories of love where differing visibilities of happiness and courage mark our canvases as often as the equally important points of disappointment and fear do.
Have the best day POSSIBLE for you. Love Always, Heavell
Joy is not an item on the outside of ourselves that we need to pursue but rather an emotion on the inside that our techniques in living aren’t always the greatest at recognizing so we have to keep learning all the ways it can be felt in our hearts in order to get comfortable with it.
Cheerfulness can appear as the flowers that others have along their trail but we should never stay focused on one shiny part otherwise our stories will have the same view and feeling no matter our location.
Well-being may be found in working on ourselves however by getting to know who we are slowly and steadily, we add to our story of love instead of seeing ourselves as another project that needs to be fixed when we look in the mirror.
Glee might feel like the tune that is meant to be sung only when everything is all right but it can be the light in the darkness that enables us to dance in our own way.
Contentment like disappointment moves with the fluidity of life and it requires us to balance our knowledge of ourselves as works of art in progress as we add more and more pigments from the emotions that breathe within us as we move through our moments.
Bliss is a single word that is used to describe the perfect state of being and yet it is similar to a bloom in that it relies upon a stem or whole emotional experience as the support in which it’s blossom can develop on.
Delight is as colorful as the rainbows that show up after the storms but the key to part of their beauty is the rain that clears the way for them to be seen and felt.
Jubilation seems like the exclamation point that is placed once a goal has been achieved but without every event that exists between the start and the finish, there wouldn’t be anything to celebrate.
Satisfaction is found in fulfilling a wish nevertheless it will be washed-out if we keep reminding ourselves of all the other things that didn’t go as we had hoped they would.
Felicity begins with the thoughts of how we are going to step towards a dream but when we know why we want it, we will perceive the pieces that don’t work as needing adjustments rather than the proof that we are indeed impossible.
The forecast, after all, for our desired kind of happiness comes across as being a bit magical because we often believe that we are getting nowhere fast but it still shines as the sun does even when its blocked from our perspective and sometimes we just need to sit with ourselves in order to feel its warmth.
The sun can be seen every day even when our view is blocked and it’s warmth is suspended by the biting cold. Moments are bittersweet in the symphonies that cross our minds because part of the beauty of love is that it doesn’t always feel good in our hearts or our thoughts. Change is challenging because what we push into the shadows doesn’t get quieter there but rather continues to murmur like a dragon that is holding us captive. We can be late on our journeys, walk in circles and fall off of cliffs while still winning on a regular basis. Negative thoughts don’t go away by thinking the opposite ideas but positive actions help us to focus on what we can do for ourselves while we grieve. Lost can become found by strolling through our very own selves one word at a time. We can brighten the debris filled days by recognizing that sometimes we are trying to dance the way others do and its not our style. Home is the place where we say hello to our terms and either feel their softness or their sharpness with each breath that we take. For every out of key note that we hate about ourselves, turn by turn, there is one that feels like a hug in our hearts. In the to and fro motion of our reshaping, we can throw hues onto a canvas without regard as long as what it depicts is clear to us. When it comes to wishes, we can see ourselves in the mirror as the dreamers filled with hope that make their existence possible. To begin, we can close our eyes and imagine how safe feels within us even though it has to share space with our fear and our doubt. The blank pages of our narratives have something to say but we have to be vulnerable enough to write in color on them. Black and gray may be the tones of storms in some stories but in another epic tale, they are the pigments of a love that will forever light the way. And at the end of each day, we can accept that disappointment occurs in our lives because love doesn’t just acknowledge us in the flowers as it perceives of us in the weeds as well.
Today’s blog is dedicated to Skyler who, at the age of 25, lost his life to a pure fentanyl overdose and his mother Rebecca, @mourningsky.griefcoach for whom sorrow has become a glow that helps others when they can’t see to go forward in the darkness of grief.
Have the best day POSSIBLE for you. Love Always, Heavell
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