Since Kelly announced the theme for this month’s musings, I’ve been thinking about the words that signal new beginnings: “I present to you the graduating class of 2014.” “I do.” “SOLD.” “It’s a girl!” These are joyful, often long-anticipated, celebratory occasions. But sometimes, the places of starting over are marked by words that sound remarkably like endings: “We’re downsizing – letting you go.” “This isn’t working anymore.” “We can treat the symptoms, but there’s no cure.” The earth crumbles under our feet. Gravity reverses. We can’t possibly go on – but we do, because we must. We gradually remember how to speak, figure out which way is up, learn how to walk again.
The stars black out.
The world spins crazily,
and I shut my eyes tight
and hold on, just hold on,
until it slows and steadies again.
I breathe deep, find my balance,
and open my eyes to daybreak
over a new horizon.
Odd as it seems, it is often through this bolt-from-the-blue kind of new beginning that we experience real growth, release, and renewal. We face down myriad fears, discover deep strength we never knew we had, meet amazing people who would not otherwise have crossed our path, let go of non-essentials that weigh us down, and find freedom to be who we really are and daring to pursue our dearest dreams. And all is grace.
Becka Choat is a lifelong lover of words who spends many hours each week in a room of her own, writing or reading and drinking coffee. Her book reviews can be found at www.beckasbookreview.wordpress.com, and her poetry and other musings at www.beckachoat.wordpress.com. You may also follow @beckachoat and/or @booksbybecka on Twitter.