2014 has been an eventful year. My Piano Man and I tied the knot and did the deed, I published Blooming Howls… and during the last five months, I’ve spent more time in hospitals and around physicians than I’ve done so in the last ten years of my life.
I hope you continue to walk with me, my Wicked Luvs. Our journey might be slightly slow, bumpy and unpredictable, at times, but I promise you that it will never be dull.
The last item on the list is undeniably crappy, but some of the side effects of dealing with an illness (or three) can be blessings under the garb of jaw-clenching pain. Being acutely sick has revealed friendships and strengths I didn’t know were mine to claim; it has mellowed my wild inner-fires, turned them into balanced flames that keep my soul fueled and paddling forward, as I bare my teeth in an I-can-and-will-do-this grin.
I won’t even list the number of projects I’ve had to reschedule or postpone indefinitely due to my health. But I will say that what happened is not such a bad thing. I am still alive, the projects in question—or a modification of them—will be achieved eventually. Life happens when it does. We can dwell on the things we couldn’t do exactly as we planned them until our hearts shrivel… or we can look at what we have in hand, and embrace nature while we live the life available to us.
I’m a witchy woman. I choose to bloom, to flourish, to blossom, to rekindle… and all those other lively verbs that remind my flesh and soul that I’m one with fire, earth, water and air.
I suspect next year will lean towards tough. But I’m a Marine, aren’t I? My kind battles tough at dawn and has it eating out of its hand by dusk. And, yes, our modesty is legendary *cough, cough, cough*. Someone intelligent and extremely attractive once looked into the mirror, and said to me, “All great realities begin as a dream. Dream true, witchy woman, for your reality depends on the power and focus you feed into your dreams.”
She has never failed me on purpose, so I believe her and always will. In 2015 I will continue to dream true and craft my own realities. I know I can no longer approach life and living in the same way I did when my muscles and bones were nimble, daring and strong. But at 37-years-old, my brain has accrued many tools that will get me to where I need and want to go, if I walk my path taking focused small big steps.
Health, Happiness and Blessings, my Luvs…
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