I am a late blooming artist. I spent the first 56 years of my life thinking I had zero artistic talent. I began to draw and paint when a series of sad things happened in our family.
Art gave me a way to express my feelings and bring joy into my life, especially as the tough times went on and on.
Two of those tough times were when my first husband was diagnosed with a terminal brain tumor and when one of my sons was killed. I did hundreds of drawings, literally drawing out my sense of loss and coloring in my commitment to live life fully.
I put a number of the drawings into stories I wrote at that time.
A Beautiful Day is one of those stories. This is part two of the story. For part one of the story click here.
In Part One I shared about a tough day when the world seemed strange and made no sense.
When I awoke the next day though, I felt the beginnings of peace and joy.
I remembered what a friend had told me. I was not alone. There were people who cared about me.
A BEAUTIFUL DAY part two
Right then and there I decided it was time for me to break out of my shell.
I would not sit around. I went outside and raked my yard.
I sang songs
and danced an Irish jig.
I went for a hike in the mountains. The sun warmed my soul – and my forehead!
I had an adventure in a big city
and saw new places and met new people.
I sat and watched the passerbys,
especially the children playing with kites.
Their laughter and joy made me smile.
It has been a beautiful day.
I know I will have tough times again . . .
but I also know that life is amazing.
The next time I have a rotten day,
I plan to close my eyes
and remember this beautiful day.
WISHING YOU EACH A BEAUTIFUL DAY
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