This past week has been filled with celebrations. The Duchess was fortunate enough to participate in so many Pride events (because two official events, City of Atlanta LGBTQ Affairs Mayor's Pride Reception and Atlanta Pride Parade, is so many) while also getting to see the wonders of celebration through the eyes of two small children I'm fortunate enough to have in my life since birth and three small children I've been fortunate enough to meet. When we are children, it is all new and a wonder and an amazement and at times can possibly be scary but adventuresome.
As we get older, we start to weather storms. Now, I'm reminded of a painting that hangs in polytech in the National Gallery of Art. You'll have to bear with me on some asides with this post, as now that the Duchess thinks on it, the City of Atlanta, and the Duchy of Grant Park, needs their own Gallery that works in addition to the High Museum of Art, Atlanta. But we will save that for another post. Dear and I, on our last trip to DC three years ago, stopped by to see one of my favorite series of paintings, the Voyage of Life by Thomas Cole. It covers childood, youth, manhood, and old age. If you've not seen this series, it's worth a Google, and maybe we start a series on favorite paintings, no?
All of this is a setup for the storms that are covered in the Manhood stage of the paintings. We all weather so many different storms in our lives. And, while this weekend was a wonderful weekend of celebrations, I also know that there are those of us who are weathering storms at the moment. Physical health, loss of loved ones, or perhaps personal issues that have us down at the moment.
Which is why I am a proponent of mental health and self-care. Because the people in the parade and at the parade and everyone celebrating has weathered storms. Some of us were weathering them as we celebrated. Because storms never last. At some point, storms end. And you can survey the damage, if any. And you can start cleaning up and putting things back together.
This is my favorite version of Waylon Jennings's song "Storms Never Last." Without this incredible artist, I wouldn't know about this song. And this version is made infinitely more times special because of the person singing it. He and I tell each other often that storms never last, and I believe him. And I've had to listen to this song myself the past couple of days to weather my own storms.
And this is me telling you, if you're listening and reading, that storms don't last. Whether the turbulent years of young adulthood and trying to figure out one's identity, to the infinite number of storms big and small you'll face - storms never last. Just find a person - whether a lover, a friend, a family member, or someone willing to lend a shoulder (such as myself) - just find someone to help you weather the storm.