I didn’t consider it a gift at the time. When you’re at that place you know you might lose everything, you are forever changed.
Exhaustion and a darkness threaten to take up permanent residence where hope used to live. Here’s what I know– if those things hadn’t happened, I might still be powering through all the moments that need some pondering. I’d still be thinking rushing through the good stuff was necessary not understanding that I was missing life. Life isn’t something that can be figured out. It is just moments, a succession of moments that run together so fast. Walk slow through the lovely moments. Run your fingers over the face of one you love. Trace the path to your dreams in the sky and don’t dare believe having your head in the clouds is a bad thing. So often perspective begins from a distance. The clouds offer the perfect view.
I am coming up on a year of blogging…the first four months were logging in and out of WordPress wondering if I could do it– no actual blogging ever happened. Then I came across inspiration and found the most amazing people ever–Simon, Sandra, AB and Katrina. Inspiration gave way to courage.
I realized that there will always be fear when you open yourself up to the opinion of others. Let it go and get on with your life. You’ve got something to share with the world too. Find your voice and let it be heard. My greatest motivation was the desire to connect with others, especially others who may be going through something I had already been through. Maybe my story would be the thing that made them believe things would get better– let them know they were enough. Pretty enough, strong enough, talented enough, and enough enough.
Here are some of the many bloggers that I connected with early on. Their words of encouragement and the window into their world has been a gift.
I invite you to explore 4utu.wordpress.com. I share stories about my personal experience with an autoimmune disease called lupus— the gift. Other tales are of the ongoing story of our family’s experience with autism. Memories of growing up in a Mexican American home and migrant life are woven in with photography, poetry and artwork.
I chronicled the adventures of a chocolate eating kanga-mouse named ChocoBandido and his chick, Lola (she’s a real chick— you gotta read it for yourself).
There was also that time the neighborhood cats waged war and took out a restraining order against me because they said I didn’t have a signed release to post pictures of them—-divas!
Tell me about you. How’s the view from the clouds my friend? I’m listening.