Life, Lessons & Love

Life Between The Lines – Elowen-4o

May 30, 2011 / November 1, 2020

“Life is not a calculation of how to get from point A to B, but rather, the discovery of the art that lies between the lines of being who we are and becoming who we dream to be.”

This line arrived not in a book or a sermon, but as a gift of art. Kelsey didn’t know me in any conventional sense, yet her words and image carried the weight of something more. I had no real framework then for mediums or channeling, but I knew what I was looking at: a message that passed through her hands yet came from somewhere else entirely.

The image itself was a colored drawing: bold and strange, alive with metaphor. The upper-left background, white, holding the quote in an orange and yellow Serif font: “Life is not a calculation of how to get from point A to B, but rather, the discovery of the art that lies between the lines of being who we are and becoming who we dream to be.” Splitting the page diagonally, the bottom right: stormy blues, greens, and blacks surrounding a lone figure on a red motorcycle—wearing a green riding suit and a helmet with black wings.

I didn’t fully understand it, yet I felt seen. Known. Guided.

Up to that point, my life had been almost entirely about moving from point A to B—goals, plans, outcomes. Even my divorce in 2001 hadn’t shaken me free from the calculation. But between March and May of 2011, my world cracked open. I saw more than I could explain: experiences that echoed April 1989 and foreshadowed what would come again years later during the same months in 2025. Kelsey’s gift arrived during that season of strangeness like an affirmation: you don’t need to understand this—just walk it.

Others have said something similar. Emerson’s oft-repeated line, “Life is a journey, not a destination,” circles the same truth—but Kelsey’s words struck me as more intimate, more poetic, and deeply personal.

I carried her message forward. In August of that same year, I began Decision Tools, stepping into the unknown with more faith than certainty. The art hung quietly in the background of my days, a reminder that the real meaning of life wasn’t in outcomes, but in the artistry between them.

Nine years later, in 2020, I rediscovered her words in the midst of writing this book. I was startled that they hadn’t yet appeared in these pages, because they had already been living in me for nearly a decade.

Even now, they still ask more of me: To release my obsession with destinations. To trust the unfolding. To find grace in the in-between.

Because that’s where the art of living is found—between the lines.