When I first started out blogging two years ago, I was bald. I sat at this same spot while recovering from my chemotherapy treatment with nothing more than a wish to write from a heap of broken dreams and ashes.
I didn’t know then but sometimes flowers do bloom from the driest parched land of our souls. And broken dreams are replaced with nobler ones. And ashes are there to always remind us to build our lives on things that the fires of life can never burn.
Blogging saved me. Each and everyone of you who have ever left me a comment, a like, a note, a hug, each thoughtful, generous word which came with a chunk of your heart – you saved me. The love of my family saved me. That and by the gentle grace of God.
My hair has grown. My son has grown. He is now almost eight years old! And that rather lovely chap I’ve been married to for the last 14 years, well, he is still my rock and my safe place. And he still makes me laugh myself silly!
I have so much more to write but for now, I shall be taking a little break from blogging. There are a few things I have promised myself to do this year. This is the year for living fearlessly! (though jelly-knees and squeaky voice!)
I’ll occasionally write a post or two when inspiration strikes or when I can’t hold it in any longer! So watch this space or follow me on Facebook for snippets from the contemplative housewife!
I just want to specially dedicate this post to you my dear friends and readers. If you could only know how much joy, healing and nourishment you have brought to my heart as I sat here two years ago. As I sat here working through my own humanity and frailties and the wonderment of being reborn.
I have learnt so much from you. From the artistry of your work. And the brilliance of your art. Above all else, from your probing honesty to the great mysteries of life.
“I will not die an unlived life.
I will not live in fear
of falling or catching fire.
I choose to inhabit my days,
to allow my living to open me,
to make me less afraid,
to loosen my heart
until it becomes a wing,
a torch, a promise.
I choose to risk my significance,
to live so that which came to me as seed
goes to the next as blossom,
and that which came to me as blossom,
goes on as fruit.”
― Dawna Markova, I Will Not Die an Unlived Life: Reclaiming Purpose and Passion