Funny how this date sticks in my mind. July 23, 2012: the day I decided to try to blog.
I think back to those days. How I felt a sense of urgency to create something new, yet didn’t know why. Now I know.
All the paths in our lives lead us where we are meant to be.
The best thing I’ve found out about that is that there are angels along the way.
Sometimes they encourage us. Laugh with us. Or at us! Sometimes they help us. Pray for us. Strengthen us.
But they are there, and I have learned to be aware of them.
Some of you have followed me for awhile now; others, just a few days.
I hope you’ll bear with me as I figure our what this year means here.
Something keeps telling me
just write the day you’re in
and I think I may try that for awhile.
Some days that’s a memory day. An art process day. A photography day. Sometimes it’s related to being a widow, a grieving woman. Sometimes it’s just about being human.
I don’t know where it’s all leading, but I know I’m supposed to write until I get there. And make art. And try to be as real as I can.
Life is not a happy place sometimes. But then we can remember: those angels are waiting. They really are.
Don’t let them down.
If you want to start something, start it.
Listen to the whispers of your mind.
You can do anything at all…