After reading my Sunday morning post my husband asked, "What...do you have a pile of ideas written down ready for the blog and you just pick one you feel like writing about?"
The answer: No. I don't.
Yes, there is a lot of material from which I can draw on - no shortage of synchronistic experiences and bizarre happenings in the memory bank that could definitely be posted. And I'm sure some of them will find their way here.
But I have decided I want the posts to unfold, just as life does.
Today's post is a perfect example.
Today I found myself in an office that I'd never been in before, and until this morning - with forty minutes notice - didn't know I'd be in it! There I was, seated, facing the lovely lady who was helping me as she searched her computer for what we were looking for. But that's a whole other story...
I turned in my chair and was now half facing the wall beside me.
I looked up. This is what I saw.
That's me, I thought, no guts no story. Without my gut and its issues there would be no story. And I felt a recognition inside; a deep appreciation for what this journey is teaching me and where it is taking me.
But now as I write this, I also realise there's more to 'no guts no story' than this literal sense. If I didn't have 'the guts' to write my story, there'd be no story-telling. No chance to share, to heal, to connect. And thus a second-helping of appreciation occurred.
Already, in my blog's short life, it has brought me closer to the ones I love.
And that is something I am incredibly grateful for : ) xx