Northwest grey sky morning seems like as good a time as any to start blogging, and stick to it. Slight wind and barren trees, my year or love and luck. Something Dickensian would fit here. What a year. A roller coaster, the highest and the lowest. My year of luck and finding the love of my life and solidifying that with a wonderful, perfect, marriage surrounded by many of my beloved family, friends and community.
Never thought I would have this opportunity, these opportunities- I am building a family and foundation with my soul mate, my partner, every moment- even in these quiet moments when the earliest of the day creeps into my bones and my thoughts as my love sleeps soundly in the near dawn bedroom above me.
Daily I am building myself a purpose, a career, a way of being which is the way I have always wanted to be in the world. I am radiating love, words, ideas, plans. I am bolstered by my commitments and my convictions. If I have learned nothing from this past year and a bit it is that we grow, that I grow from what tests me and what feeds my soul. Even in the darkest moments, and there have been many- I am more committed then ever to live by my beliefs. To effect the changes in my own life and and in the world through my actions and my words. Being loved and and being so in love has given the strength to stand by my beliefs in working towards basic rights for everyone, to love everyone I love fiercely, to choose my battles and work for communitarian and sustainable ideals for myself and the world. Some days are harder then others. Some days there is poetry. Some days are polemic. Some days there is emptiness and in it I try to remember to just breathe.
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