Then there is also Purple #366

Every day is a colors day and within all of those pigments are the echos of the shadows, the shouts of light and the uneasy answer that we must somehow find safety on pages where the artwork doesn’t only communicate happy or helpful.

So, we welcome hope because we can’t wait to be free of what we wish to leave behind as if somehow those previous frames never happened and we don’t still feel them. 

And yet what follows is that the idea of different crosses paths with a community of established emotions that don’t let go and confidence is surrendered to the existence of being just a backstage character who only shows up once in a while. 

So, we find ourselves in between an abundance of repetitive words and colors and the half-truth that hope’s possibilities may be dreamed of but not truly experienced.

And then slowly, the revitalizing relief that came from envisioning change begins to wind down in such a way that we don’t realize that it is being reframed into yet another memory that will also travel along with us.

And because that waiting for things to fade has kept us lost and insecure in a life filled with colors that haven’t made any sense, we still won’t have permission to stride into happiness.

And those days that have stepped on us and inspired the thoughts of being gardens that contain a beauty that is safe from debris won’t be separated from us even by distance or time.  

But in the patterns of silence and pauses that follow that vocal litter are the spaces that we can do a little better than yesterday in what’s been the least suitable to imagine developing our artwork in.

The past shares its messages with today and the tomorrows will receive what has been distracting us now but what covers us doesn’t have to feel the same even when we turn to look at what has already been.     

Hope is the blue of a storm-free day and anger is the red that comes from the devastating loss of a dream but then there is also purple that blends the hurt with the love that grew beside it so that they won’t be framed as strangers while existing together on our pages.                    

Happiness isn’t the absence of pain but the safety to be grieving while also beaming.

Have the best day POSSIBLE for you. Love Always, Heavell