My Christmas present to myself this year (2011) is this blog. Writing is so much more to me than just words on a page. I have kept a journal for as long as I can remember, however; these past six years, as I have sought to redefine myself, I have let it go. Consequently, I have experienced a sense of disconnect, like something has been missing from my life. Lately, the restlessness has escalated and I find myself waking in the middle of the night, wondering at the source of this angst. Last night I put pen to paper. It was like reuniting with an old friend. Today, armed with the gift certificate from Chapters that my son gave me for Christmas, I hit the book store. I had in mind a particular book I wanted to buy for him. I didn’t find it. What I did discover was a daily meditation book entitled, The Tao of Joy Every Day: 365 Days of Tao Living, by Derek Lin. I picked it up, along with a few other books I thought other family members might enjoy. In line, I opened The Tao of Joy and began to read. My son may like this book, I decided, but this one is for me. On the ride home the commitment formed itself: with each day’s focus I can reflect and write. The goal: to find myself back on a spiritual path that sustains me; to regain equilibrium in my life.
One Woman’s Quest
Permission to write, paint, and imagine are the gifts I gave myself when chronic illness hit - a fair exchange: being for doing. Relevance is an attitude. Humour essential. View all posts by VJ