16 years ago, yesterday...
16 years ago, yesterday, When I was 8 years old, I moved from a tiny village of 400 in England to a tiny town of about 6,000 in the Sierra Nevada Mountains (in California.) It was very very powerful and difficult experience for me. My dad posted a status update on facebook yesterday just mentioning that yesterday was the 16 anniversary of his being the head priest at our church at home. It shook me in the strangest way to realize it has really been 16 years since I left England.
In looking back through a lot of my older posts, I realized that I used to be a lot more reflective in my writing. I was ruminating a lot more than I have been this year. This year has been a complete whirlwind for me wheres the years past, as I blogged along, have been more tumultuous while also giving me time to really reflect on what has happened. I have tried to be more proactive this year while juggling everything new and empowering in my life, and I think it has made me a less contemplative person, which I don't like. So I think that I am going to start doing some series on my blog of reflection and contemplation. And the first in that journey will be stories about growing up in England.
I miss painting pictures with my hands and with my words. I have jumped too deeply into the digital world. And I look forward to sharing with you more of the deeper and thoughtful sides of life. My blog has felt too shallow lately. The zest of life shall be sprinkled back in :)
How often do you take time to just reflect and contemplate the past, not in a regretful way, but in a simple thoughtful and hope filled way?