Artistic Expression

By the date of the last posting on here one can easily see how neglected this blog is… again.
Even though life is a much slower pace in Colorado than the rat race of Atlanta, it’s still easy to get caught up in people and things, and forget about what it is that makes us tick. Just as lives together can build they can easily crumble, and most times much faster than the rate of which they were built. It’s in these times that one looses the identity of “us” and painfully returns to just “me.” But as that shift revolves the dreams of a life together and of dreams that were seemingly in one’s grasp suddenly slip through the fingers and off into the darkness. I try to remind myself of the saying that “It is better to have loved and lost, then to have never loved at all.” But when it’s your breaking heart that keeps you up at night, there are few things that comfort you. It’s those difficult days of learning how to fall out of love, clutching the pillow at night rather than falling asleep with our heads on their chest… waking up without the cup of coffee they bring us or the early phone call to say good morning, that rattles our emotions and can shake us to our core. It’s the moments we realize how badly we’ve been hurt that we drive up to the mountains in the middle of the night to sit under a starry moon lit sky and let it all out. The pictures we took, the places we went together, the times shared… that we hope in time our hearts will heal and let those memories once again be filled with joy and happiness. It’s the true friends that show their colors and either directly or inadvertently show you how much they care and understand what you are going through. Dogs still sit at the door waiting for you at the end of the day… their tails wagging with the unconditional love they have for you. And then new people come into our lives… reminding us again that there are truly good people out there in the world that we can trust and open up to. Whether near or far, they bring smiles to our day in the simplest ways… and they remind us how the poetic lyrics of our favorite song, the art of the written word, or a moment captured in time through a lens can begin to heal our heart, mind and soul. It’s those artistic expressions that can help us heal as we learn to allow into our lives those that can show us how to do it all over again! As each day sets over the horizon of the jagged Colorado Rockies… new days begin from the east with hope and understanding.


Dedicated to my friend Russ in Atlanta… who’s walking in foot steps very similar to mine.