Was just my response to your little anchor story, that I touched me so. Your vulnerability and willingness to share your struggles and triumphs are gifts that spark my own reflections. I find myself learning, growing and always turning the page with my head held high after I read your posts. Thank you for being a reminder that every journey, no matter how hard leads us back to ourselves. Leads us to be be a stronger, kinder, more resilient self because of the storms we've weathered. As they say... You can't control the wind, but you can adjust your sails. Happy Sailing My Friend.... Love you Lots... Always. BJ
I know the rhythm of the world: My family and friends were busing returning gifts and planning for the New Year celebration. With that in mind I quietly stepped back, retreating into my self-imposed solitude that I go to at the end of every year. It's always easier to simply drift in the stillness, than to explain the unknown reasons for heavy silence in my heart.
This year however the calendar held a significant milestone. Tucked right in that quiet gap between the holidays, was my 60th birthday.
Six decades of life arrived without fanfare. There were no grand parties, no popping cords and no "someone special" to lean against as the candles were lit. My house was quiet, and my phone mostly still.
My Little Anchors
Yet, as I curled up in my favorite corner of my couch, the silence wasn't absolute. Curled up next to me were my 2 faithful companions who remained at my side, always reminding me that I was not alone. My 2 Anchors didn't know the significance of the number 60. They didn't know about the decade of "holiday funk"or the autopilot I use to get through the week.
To them, I wasn't a person missing out on a celebration; I was their world. As I reached over to scratch behind their ears, I realized that while the world outside was rushing toward the next big thing, I was held fast by 2 small beating hearts that didn't need a party to show me that I mattered.
The holidays had come and gone quietly, along with my milestone, but in the soft breathing of my puppies and the lingering warmth of my children's visit, I was still anchored and ready for the new year to come.
Not with the cliche of "New Year, New Me", but rather New Year, Better Me.
Happy New Year my Friend.... Wishing you all the best - BJ
Was just my response to your little anchor story, that I touched me so. Your vulnerability and willingness to share your struggles and triumphs are gifts that spark my own reflections. I find myself learning, growing and always turning the page with my head held high after I read your posts. Thank you for being a reminder that every journey, no matter how hard leads us back to ourselves. Leads us to be be a stronger, kinder, more resilient self because of the storms we've weathered. As they say... You can't control the wind, but you can adjust your sails. Happy Sailing My Friend.... Love you Lots... Always. BJ
I can't tell you how much it means to me that you not only read The Anchor, but took the time to send that sweet message.
Everyday I question myself and what I'm doing. Knowing it brought something up for you... well it tells me I must have done SOMETHING right.
Thank you for reading it with such an open heart.
I’m truly grateful for you, always. Much love right back.
The Silent Week
I know the rhythm of the world: My family and friends were busing returning gifts and planning for the New Year celebration. With that in mind I quietly stepped back, retreating into my self-imposed solitude that I go to at the end of every year. It's always easier to simply drift in the stillness, than to explain the unknown reasons for heavy silence in my heart.
This year however the calendar held a significant milestone. Tucked right in that quiet gap between the holidays, was my 60th birthday.
Six decades of life arrived without fanfare. There were no grand parties, no popping cords and no "someone special" to lean against as the candles were lit. My house was quiet, and my phone mostly still.
My Little Anchors
Yet, as I curled up in my favorite corner of my couch, the silence wasn't absolute. Curled up next to me were my 2 faithful companions who remained at my side, always reminding me that I was not alone. My 2 Anchors didn't know the significance of the number 60. They didn't know about the decade of "holiday funk"or the autopilot I use to get through the week.
To them, I wasn't a person missing out on a celebration; I was their world. As I reached over to scratch behind their ears, I realized that while the world outside was rushing toward the next big thing, I was held fast by 2 small beating hearts that didn't need a party to show me that I mattered.
The holidays had come and gone quietly, along with my milestone, but in the soft breathing of my puppies and the lingering warmth of my children's visit, I was still anchored and ready for the new year to come.
Not with the cliche of "New Year, New Me", but rather New Year, Better Me.
Happy New Year my Friend.... Wishing you all the best - BJ
You should post this. It's very good.