As 2009 brings all of us a fresh start, my head is swirling with ideas, plans, goals, and the delicious promise of possibility a new year inevitably brings. I am greeting this new year with more hope and excitement than any other I can remember. These last few months, I've begun to feel a heavy weight slowly lifting from my shoulders---the weight of grief and loss and longing for what I should have had, and holding onto the past when I ought to be looking ahead. I am feeling more creative than ever, and suddenly remembering a bit of who I was before I was "Mama", and before I looked Death in the face and was forever changed. This silly little blog was born out of grief and loneliness, and a desire to reach out to the world. It was my happy place to escape. I have treasured each and every comment and kind word I have received, and have made so many wonderful friends here. So, thank you, Dollfaces, from the bottom of my heart.
One of the bits of my old self that I'm rediscovering is my lifelong passion for music.
Here's one of my favorite songs by one of my favorite musicians. I think I want this one played at my funeral. I recently learned that Iris DeMent and I share a birthday, so it seemed a fitting post for the first day of the last year of my twenties.
Here's to 2009. I hope it's a great one for all of us!