As I said as I left the last class before Christmas, this writing club has been a priceless gift for me. It is true value for my money. Ten dollars a year has given me much pleasure.
I’ve enjoyed the friendships I’ve made. The kindness and open-mindedness lift my spirit.
I had imagined upon retirement I’d have or make the time to write. As the time drew near, I was not into writing as much as singing and tennis and golf.
All is well. I am singing near every day. I had my best golf score on the nine-hole course during the holidays. I’ve been enjoying tennis and the preparation to be in the Mixed Double’s Holiday Tournament. I won big and lost big.
These past two weeks while the regular scheduled activities were absent, I was in another deep healing period of many sleepless nights and lots of crying.
About fifteen years ago, I wrote a song called “Grieving Alone”. Part of it goes like this:
“My heart is breaking
It’s crying inside
I know it is opening
Improving our lives
It hurts to be here
It feels so alone
I know it is a part
Of finding my way home. “
I no longer feel alone. My assessment has been and continues to be sharing my experience with others allows the healing. Thank you.
January 6, 2015
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