Imagine my emotions when I realised it's been 12 months since I wrote to you here. Shocking really- how fast a year can pass. I'm sorry for that, but as I know you all realize by looking at your own lives, we always wish we could do more than our brains and bodies can actually manage. ( I'll deny I ever admitted this) So, that said, I know it's been a while, but you know how that goes, Life HAPPENS! So here's the news, in a nutshell - Forgetting Andrew is slowly ( and I do mean SLOWLY) becoming a SCREENPLAY!! If anyone out there has ever attempted this kind of effort, god bless you! But the best part is that it's inspired me in new ways, made me fall in love with my characters and learn even more about them - yes, I know that sounds silly since i kind of created them. Sort of. You know what I mean. Hence the long absence from this page.
Newsflash number two, my poetry collection 'Things to Save', is in process of editing with plans for release Spring/Summer of 2019. Woot! This is a project that contains work from the last 15 years and recent work in a poetry group that gave me the courage to expose it. I hope you'll check it out when it arrives and let me know what you think. And thanks to those of you sweet people who have been readers and encouraged me to let this loose.
As many of you are likely to be feeling, the last year was full of unhappy distractions in the world, but I began 2019 with a new feeling of hope. Of energy to do my small part in spreading kindness, compassion and joy in any way I'm able. And I hope that you can find this inside your soul as well. Because it's there. I promise. Just get very quiet and listen. And be present for the moments that offer you opportunity to be there for your fellow humans. Because that is how we find our way to grace.
A friend posed an interesting question near the turning of the year. She asked, "As the year changes, what will you let go of, and what will you hold on to?"
I thought about this, and my answer came easily. I will let go of fear over the things I cannot control, and I will hold on to possibilities I cannot yet imagine.
As you consider this question for yourselves, I hope that what your heart says in response speaks of possibilities. Because they are infinite and endless, when we only allow ourselves to dream. And hope.
See you next month, but for now - Happy Year of Possibility! Namaste, my lovelies.