Another spin around the sun, a new year has begun. Reflection and introspection seem to permeate as we recycle calendars. Resolutions made and then broken. A new concept was introduced to me in 2011 as an alternative, a simple word for the year ahead. I liked the idea, but had no intention to choose one for myself. I let it go, but I free write every morning to purge my skull so I can start fresh for the new day. All of a sudden a word chose me. Funny how the subconscious takes over.
You must plant a seed for it to grow. Mine were planted unknowingly when I joined an online book blog in September. The synchronicity of how I was invited is stranger than fiction, but the Universe meant for me to be there. We studied a book on how to discover or recover one’s creative self. I love to write and want to get better at it. Seven women and me dissected a chapter a week. I was transforming and the encouragement, kindness and open honesty, in what we call the tribe, became a safe haven to even share my words. I have been remiss in posting here because I am engrossed in writing a novel.
My tribe is beginning the second book of the series next week and I am anxious to study and find additional guidance with them again. Yes, the seeds were planted and I am looking forward to sprouting this year. My focus and word for 2012 is change, the positive kind.
