Breathings of my heart

Breathings of my soul...

Every so often I stop and reflect on what my life has in store.

I celebrate my New Year on Easter Sunday. I build up to Easter Sunday in reflection on where my life was, where it is going and where I hope it to be. As weird as it may seem, I don’t celebrate New Years on January first. Why? Because January first is just a new day of a new year, whereas to celebrate a new YEAR, you need to have new growth.

I’ve been writing my blog, helping writers, acclimating them to the writing skills they will need to become a writer, I’ve mentored a writing course, facilitate a Creative Writing Group, and assist with helping people on a daily basis. I know where my life is at, at the moment, but I also know where I am going.

A few weeks ago my father was told that he had throat cancer. I know this day and age with all of the new technology this shouldn’t put fear in your heart, but my father is 72 and fear struck him. He’s been so busy taking care of my mother (they’ve been married 55 years!) since she had her stroke, that he hasn’t had much time to worry about himself.
He got the news last week after getting another test, that the cancer was nowhere else in his body and that with him being so healthy, the statistics are fairing in his favor.

How does this play into my New Year? Well, it makes me hold dear what I left behind. You see, I’m a thousand miles away from my mother and father and I would be the one to take care of them. My other siblings are all ‘too busy’ with their lives, the parents that took care of them all of their life, are maybe tenth in line of top things to do.

My fiance’ is going blind (a curable illness) but this year has been one of the tough ones for me to endure. And we’re only in March! Whew! What does the rest of the year have in store for me is what I’m wondering. It has HOPE!

What does any of this have to do with writing? What does writing have to do with me and when I celebrate my New Year? Let me tell you, writing has everything to do with my New Year! You know why? Because I’m a naturally born optimist and have a strong faith that this year is going to be one good year for ME!

As the trees burst with life, new nubs form on what was a barren tree left naked by the frost of a cold winter. Branch by branch, the skeleton takes on flesh. Spring has seeped into the area and as the soil craves the rain the trees reach for the sky in a splendid show, a fireworks display of leaves reaching for the sky growing in the Light that drizzles to the drinking bough.

I, as a writer, am awaiting the new surge of life yet to form inside of me. I have hope in a new tomorrow, a New Year!

-Life isn’t about finding yourself. Life is about creating yourself.
–George Bernard Shaw