The path was boggy this week, sucking at the boots, grabbing on, making it hard to keep walking. The air grew dim, murky, motes of dust and doubt floated in the air. Breathe came in gasps, hands swiped at imaginary obstacles. It was hard to see the way forward.
Sometimes creative types find themselves in a dark, grasping forest of disappointment and despair. They stumble, fall to their knees, and need a hand to help them up, a strong hand that doesn't care about the mud on our palms.
This past week, I had many hands pulling me up, dragging me forward, helping me move out of the dark and the murk and into the light again. In gratitude, they shall be named: Sheree, Elaine, Christina, Ali, Cathy and Jane. Thank you for your words of support, thank you for your gift of laughter, thank you for your friendship. Particularly those of you who weren't even aware of what you were providing.
And Susan, a fellow quote collector, for this: "What we call the beginning is often the end. And to make an end is to make a beginning. The end is where we start from." (T.S.Eliot)
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