“The beginning is always today.”
~ Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley
I wake thinking about my writing group’s prompt for this month–fresh starts and new beginnings–and a kaleidoscope of memories run through my mind. Defining moments: some momentous, others ordinary, all heralding in a different season of life.
The day I brought each of my children home from the hospital.
First days of school–theirs and mine.
The first, and only, Christmas morning I woke alone in an empty house.
Moving to a new home.
Moving to a new country.
Starting a job.
Leaving a job.
Holding a grandchild for the first time.
Planting a garden.
Publishing a book.
Sudden deaths–too many of these.
This peaceful morning when I can choose to begin again