Day 2543 – Day 2586
I’ve been intentionally practicing gratitude every day for over seven years and still, sometimes I forget how glorious life is – all the time. Right now, my heart feels heavy all the time and that is how it is going to be, for awhile.
The weather echoes my mood. For the rest of the week (most likely the month), it will rain, and the clouds descended into the Valley this morning. The amount of rain in the PNW is enough to give anyone Seasonal Affective Disorder and so in winter, I return to the festival of colour that is my artwork. Despite the dull pallor that surrounds me, I am immersed and engaged in life whenever I am Painting. Visual art – whether painting or photography – is like making music or writing poetry in that it expresses the ineffable. Some things need colour, tone, rhythm and texture to be understood by the heart and known by the mind.
I stopped at the intersection that leads to my workplace this morning, and I felt myself on the verge of tears again. I looked for approaching traffic (there is never any). In a defiant last stand of summer, the sky glowed behind Mt Baker. I reached for my phone to capture the image but the eye of the camera doesn’t capture light in the same way as the human eye. And the heart captures it in an entirely different way: the only way that the beauty, love and death can be lived as one.
The sky was emblazoned in glorious hues of yellow as the sun disappeared behind layers of cloud. Moments of beauty. This is what enkindles our hearts. Much like love.
Winter is the forfeit of summer as grief is the forfeit of love.
For what are you most grateful, today?