The Art of Life Spilled Over

Annah ElizabethHappy Happens ™, Mental Health, RelationshipsLeave a Comment

Happy Sunday, Journeyer,

This past week I opened the microwave door to find my lunch bowl of oatmeal boiled over. Already running late, I could easily have gotten all upset about the necessity to now do a little cleaning before I returned to work.

There might have been a second of irritation before I noticed the artistic patterns that formed in the boiling over.

Life is like that, isn’t it, Journeyer?

The art of life spilled over Annah Elizabeth quote image for IG

It is that rock bottom that cracks open old habits and incites change.

It is the breaking open of our hearts that inspires us beyond imagination and often becomes the representation of what we do want.

[Tweet theme=”basic-white”]Our losses big and small are a sort of art that creates our own uniqueness and, ultimately, the portrait of our life.[/Tweet]

Art feeds my happy, Journeyer.

Everywhere we look we can see the art of life spilled over.

Our trees have shed their leaves, filling the air and our yards with brilliant color.

Cornucopias are spilling forth the bounty of our harvests.

Though I am torn about the commercialism of a Christmas season that stores roll out before our fall feast, I love the bright and cheerful landscapes that exist all around.

And I feel the spirit of the holiday unfolding.

Each event is a brushstroke on the canvas of our lives.

The brighter colors of my week include a bright patch of yellow wildflowers rising up between a pile of dried up leaves on one of my morning walks.

A trip to visit my birth family and to join in the celebration of one of its members.

Meeting new people and connecting with old.

Making the decision to purchase a plane ticket when I couldn’t find anyone to make the long drive with me.

Hugs. This morning in the airport I accidentally left my credit card in the kiosk.

When the TSA representative handed it to me he smiled and said “That’ll be a million dollars.”

“Afraid I don’t have that, but what I can give you is a million dollar hug.” I was pleasantly surprised when he accepted.





And the dawning of each new day.

Oh, and You, Journeyer. Your stories and outreach and trust in me is an honor and a privilege I feel blessed to witness.

Thank you for connecting and sharing, for together we are neighbors in grief and allies in healing.

And healing feeds my happy.

Until we meet again, yours in hope, healing, and happiness,

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