Beneath the surface of our artwork is the disarray of the items that we grieve for and mixed in with those hues is the sorrow that we have lost the ability to make those previous events right.
Continuing to exist in the moments that we don’t want to look at and yet can’t help but get lost in is like closing our eyes and hoping that the past will just let us go even though it is our attachment that is standing in the way of its leaving.
But when did those troubling pieces begin overplaying their part so much so that the rains of the yesterdays have been able to collapse time in order to flow into today and also threaten to be the passion that overwhelms us in the tomorrows?
When did we stop poring over all of our details to become the kind of artists that don’t allow space for us to define for ourselves the different ways that happiness can co-occur with sadness along our un-chartered trails?
When did we forget that sometime warriors always move but don’t necessarily win every battle and dragons aren’t always the reason why fear is such a familiar term to us?
So many of us find ourselves interpreting our weight of the world as a reflection of failure since we don’t know how to validate the things that haven’t unfolded within the standards that we mistakenly believe success should show up as.
The intimate relationship that we have with our own stories, however, can’t be depicted nor judged through someone else’s journey simply because being brave in places where the light is limited is not the same as being courageous in the areas where the lighting options can be too bright.
Different doesn’t guarantee better just as the burden of being blue doesn’t mean that happiness has let go of us so if it were possible for our sadness to be gone, what do we think we would have more of?
On a day of rain and sun, leave space for what has been packed to flow through but also consent to there being room for that darkness to inspire getting to know how our own specific successes are also living within the very home that we do.
May is Mental Health Awareness month and while it isn’t always easy to ask others how they are truly doing, we can be aware that individual definitions of bravery encompass existing moment to moment in stories that don’t sound the same on the outside as they feel on the inside.
Have the best day POSSIBLE for you. Love Always, Heavell
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