From time to time, I receive messages from people around the world who have been helped, inspired, motivated or simply enabled to take another step through a challenging period in their lives, as they’ve heard bits of my story or read my words. We are each doing our best on this planet, and we are each facing different things as we negotiate our way along our paths, but it is always encouraging to hear that one’s own journey has acted as an example to others of what is possible and to hear that hope has been restored in the life of another. Here, I’m sharing another little piece of my jigsaw, as an open hand to any other who might need a little strength …
I have a little silver trunk, where the few remaining contents of my life before marriage are filed … in some ways the trunk is a little substitute for the roots of family home I don’t have.
Late last night I climbed up to the attic, negotiated papers and packages strewn across my studio space to reach it, prized open the wonky lid and extracted some of my old journals ~ teenage and early adult snippets of “life” … Can’t recall why I went up there in the first place, nor so resolutely climbed obstacles to reach my private little trunk, but the gems contained within the pages of the first tome I opened are emotionally immense ….
Clearly it was meant to be, but I’m not sure why.
Poetry reading, words of times past pouring out of my pores now, saturated and awash with memory … and gratitude … for a life well lived …
Potent moments recorded there.
I am grateful that these have survived so many moves. God is good. He has a plan. One day at a time …
Whoever you are, whatever you’re going through, just remember: it will make you and mould you and you’ll be so much richer as a result.
“Never, never give up.” ~ Sir Winston Churchill