Where there has been an up in our words, there has also been a down living within reach and that comfortable entanglement is the reason why the voices of the yesterdays are some of the same ones we hear and still express today.
Simply, there are sheets in our stories that have the word loneliness reflected in the same color as the term love because we have enfolded that particular emotion into what defines our fondness for ourselves by the way of all of our background examples.
Other entry days have our smiles colored just as the splashes of our humor are but that shiny pigment of happiness can also be the cover for our breathing, murky palette of tears that seek the safety of existing behind our joyful expressions.
And when we flip back through our collection of authentic-ness, the duality of using a single hue to represent what love looks like as well as expressing the intensity of our hurt has had us unknowingly abandoning the endearment that quietly subsists in the same moments as the inflaming ones that we are trying to let go of.
Change doesn’t want us to conceal our reactions to various parts of our lives nor to eliminate them from the known pages of our stories.
Hope also doesn’t desire for us to do that thing because the way in which we handle them today either helps us to solve or to continue to shift to another day, the storms that have already been as well as the ones that are waiting around the bend.
The magic of art is that it meets us where we are and how we connect to the whole often excludes the details that came together to create it’s overall appearance but when we scan the pages of our stories, we tend to focus on the individual marks that we don’t like while tucking our all-inclusive selves behind them.
Our moments will always include upward movement as well as engagements with the ground but how we negotiate our feels through those encounters reflects our understanding of why it is possible to write that we are unhappy in one scene and then to return to that thought of loneliness at a later date with our redefined color of love to say that it is all right because I am with you now.
Happiness doesn’t exist because of an absence of what hurts but it does when we untangle the ways in which we have been preventing ourselves from connecting to all that we are.
Have the best day POSSIBLE for you. Love Always, Heavell
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