A year ago I first posted a blog. It was a resolution designed to make me braver, to challenge me. I was one of those writers who kept much of my work in boxes and folders, not confident enough to share much of it, especially the poetry and the prose that might reveal who I was and what I really thought. The blog became a way to record some of my continuing journey through life.
I had taken two courses based on Julia Cameron’s “The Artist’s Way” that had helped me open up creatively. It was because of the experiences of sharing with the other creative spirits in the classes that I finally gathered up my courage shook off some of my insecurities and inherent shyness to put me out there in my writing. It has been at times harrowing and at other times very satisfying.
The blogging experience itself has been very interesting. To have people I didn’t know react favorably to something I wrote was a welcome surprise. To find that people of all ages, sexes, philosophies, and geography and with vastly different backgrounds and experiences could relate and share was a joy. Reading some of the blogs of the people who were kind enough to push the like button on my blog expanded my horizons, it was like walking into a library with shelves lined with books on so many subjects that you hardly know where to look first.
I took a break during the summer, reacting to situations and mulling decisions I had to make, and quite frankly missed trying to meet the weekly goal I had set for myself. When I tried to sit down to the task, there seemed to be too many thoughts running through my head to make any kind of coherent theme. In retrospect, it might have helped me to achieve some clarity.
As 2012 wound down, and we experienced the inevitable recap of the events, the terrible and the glorious of the year (which some thought to be mankind’s last), I fought the urge to sigh and roll my eyes. Then I thought about it and realized that these retrospectives have value. They remind us that we can and do for the most part collectively survive the worst, and relish the best, that we can be drawn together either through grief or triumph and that the years do march along and we can, if we determine to, prevail.
It also serves to remind us that no matter where our personal journeys may lead us, we are all on those intersecting roads together. Most of what we think of as destinations are really way stations leading us further in our exploration of life. Some of us certainly travel in more comfort than others. But I hope that occasionally we will turn to our fellow travelers and extend a hand if needed, and that we don’t forget to enjoy both the company and the scenery along the way.
As far and as high as you can
Or jump if you must
You can reach your goals
You can achieve your dreams
As many souls as you can
Don’t be afraid to feel
You will find the love
That fulfills all your dreams
As many gifts as are given
Then give even more
Your life will be filled
With all you saw in your dreams