3 years ago and far, far, away, I was still in Santa Ana, Ca. and had spent March reflecting on my 52nd birthday, my life as a writer and my future.
"I'm committed to making works that I love, and believe that the help I need will come my way.
I believe that my creative energy will trigger creative responses.
I have faith in my writing.
I believe that expressing myself creatively I'm a conduit for something greater than me to explore, express, and expand its divine nature, and my own.
I'm expressing my larger self to a world willing to listen.
I find my creativity emerging in parks, cafes, fast food joints, museums, on the bus, on walks, on bike rides, in the shower, and other places.
I am meant to be so much more than I am.
As Julia Cameron might say...
The well of life is interconnected, & a writer's prayer in Santa Ana is as clearly heard as the same prayer uttered elsewhere - Help me become what I am, I ask the Creator, and I believe that I will.
I trust enough in myself, & God, to create, & trust that readers will discover my work."
Those were just some of the thoughts I shared in 4 blog posts that month.
I had reached a fork in the road of my personal journey.
I was unemployed, still recovering from a broken ankle, a year before, more than a month from seriously contemplating a major change in my life and then revealing my decision, the reasons for it and my hopes and dreams to God, the world and everybody.