Last month marked 8 years since I’ve been blogging. And as I often do each year, I go back and look at where I've been.
I have come close many, many times to shutting down this site. To start anew from where one chapter ended and another began. I’m glad I didn't.
I am the mistakes, the consequences and the lessons learned, the young girl and the woman, the ignorant and the informed, the clueless and the evolved. The past, present and future are irrevocable linked. And for the things that I've done and are not proud, I have accepted and forgiven myself.
It is said that to understand the present, one cannot forget their past.
To understand who I am, I cannot deny who I have been.
Today I can cry and laugh with the woman I was back then.
I look through the mirror of my words and linger in the presence of my past. The emotions are bitter-sweet. Like love, some wound and others heal. Some take and others give. They embrace me, but make no attempt to keep me. I have journeyed beyond their grasp, through heartbreaks and fears, through hatred and love, through trials, tribulations, and triumphs. My past understand it's rightful place. It visits now and then, like memories.
On the Island where I was born, we had an old custom:
When a child is born, the parents would plant a tree and bury the child's umbilical cord at its root. It is believed that a life-long spiritual bond is formed between the child and the tree.
My tree is still alive and it’s magnificent. It still bears fruit in abundance. Looking at it last time I was home, I had a moment of clarity...
All that I have been, I still am.
I am a tapestry stitched upon by life
Limb by limb, one leaf at a time
Like the branches that spread like wings, I have soared.
Like the broken limbs snapped by the wind, I know pain.
And like the fallen leaves scatter the ground, I am still searching.
But my root is deep and strong
Made of innocence, it sustains me.
I am like my tree.
*Thank you all for sharing this journey with me.*