It's one of the most peaceful and spiritual places I've ever been. I love that I can end the year in such a place. I was standing in the garden yesterday, eyes closed. Dozens of birds were flitting about from limb to limb. All I could hear was the fluttering of their wings.
And I said "Thank you" aloud. To whom? I don't know. Spirit. The Universe. Mom. Doesn't matter. The moment was about gratitute. Not longing, not expectation.
2010 has been an amazing year. Did I get an agent or sell my book? Nope. Doesn't matter.
- I finished my first novel. I revised it and revised it again. It's being read by agents. I have to trust the process is out of my control now.
- I found a critique partner via a former work colleague. She's 2000 miles away but I feel her support as if she's in the room with me, sharing a cup of coffee. Her insights help me to be a better writer.
- I wasn't accepted into the Hedgebrook writers-in-residence program, but out of 800-plus applications, I made it to the 80 finalists. That's a compliment I don't want to lose by being upset with the final outcome.
- I have an amazing spouse, amazing family and amazing friends.
- I have shelter, food, health, financial security when there is such poverty and want in the world.
My sister tells me I don't need a physical space to feel this way...that I can carry Gran's Garden in my heart. How true.
Do you have a space you go to for reflection?