On this second day of 2013, it is
bitterly cold here in Sherbrooke (Québec). It’s a balmy -31°C, according to the
Weather Network, once the wind chill is factored in. A quick trip to the
garbage bin outside proves that this is so!
While the cold rages outside, my
heart is warm and tingling. The New Year is still new, and I have already been
blessed. You see, as 2012 drew to a close, I was yearning for some type of
connection to a world that, for better or for worse, I felt completely at odds
with. I know that it’s all a question of perception, but it felt like I was, still, trying to find my place in the
world.
Unsure of my footing, of the way
forward, it couldn’t have been scripted better when I received an e-mail from
my good friend Heather-Anne and her mother, Myrtle. It was an encouraging
e-mail from two people who have, for over twenty years, championed the artist
in me. They are like family to me. Sister and mother. It is that tiny gesture
that reminds me of just how much I have been blessed, and why I am forever
grateful to my godsends. Godsends are those friends who seem to reach out to
me, always, at just the right moment with just the right words.
I am blessed to have such believing mirrors in my life, people who
encourage me in the face of adversity, who cheer long and loud at my successes.
And as the New Year unfolds, I remain ever thankful for the god-sent blessings
— in friendship, in life, in work — that keep flowing in my direction.
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