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My Journey is a continuation of my  first book, Broken Wings.  Watch for the cover of My Journey posted on this site in the near future.  My Journey which is taking longer than anticipated will be coming in the not so distant future. 

Happy Holidays, Everyone  Clarissa

About My Journey: 

Its 48 years later, its New Year’s Eve, 2010, and I am 63 years old.  I’m about to open my mind and let the memories of those former years flow freely, when I was a girl still trying to find my rightful place in the wistful shadows of the morning dawns.  It will take me down many roads, through higher places within me, and to the floor of the valley below, all of it stepping stones that lead me to where I am now. Perhaps when I am gone, someone will remember to cherish the written word, not just my story, but others, the story that is held in the palm of a hand, like our lives, so fragile, yet so resilient that it will stand the course of time.

Now, my life perhaps was no different than most, but in so sharing my joys and losses, it might help others to reflect, remember something forgotten and perhaps let go of pain that is all too real long after the spirit has been severed and re-attached. 

Perhaps somewhere in this, the continuation of me, I might find the reason for my being. For someone once said, for every door that closes another one opens. And perhaps, just perhaps, some might acknowledge that we all live under the same umbrella of sky, and no one is better than anyone else, and stripped bare of our titles and frills we are all of one skin.

Basically, in the end we had all live the same lives, but in different ways.  While we move silently forward, without realizing it, we are quickly approaching the end. We go in all directions, until we can go no farther, until all that have besotted us no longer matters, and we give in to the evitable, old age and death. And most go into the ground, without anyone ever knowing their joys, losses, pain, trials, and tribulations.  Most never know the inner core of another human being, we just think we do.

Clarissa

By Clarissa

November month is almost gone and I don’t know where it went.  Since my last entry, I’ve had two beautiful grandsons.  Wyatt Austin was born in August and just yesterday, my new grandson, name not confirmed yet, came into the world, while I was battling old man winter for my rights to stay safe on the highway. He was born at 4 02 PM.  Grand Falls, NL.  I now have two granddaughters and two grandsons, all mine, mine, mine.   Ella, Emma, Wyatt and perhaps, Chace.  See what two people create in the heat of the moment, those lasting effects.  Because of all of us on God’s great earth, our children’s children will carry us forward for all eternity.  A nice thought to leave this world with when its our time to go, and as in the words of a dear friend, Betty Kell, “I ain’t goin!”

Been so occupied with living hadn’t had much time to complete my second book, My Journey.  However, I’ve been plugging along every chance I get to finish it.  So far I’ve done 1968 minutes of editing.  Would like this book to be as interesting to you, dear reader, as my first. Broken Wings has made quite an impact on most all of you. Thank you for all your wonderful comments and your inspiration to finish my second book, which is a continuation of the first.

I’ve moved from the cottage on the shore for the winter months.  The wind is finally getting to me. Although it’s a great place in summer time when I can watch whales and puffins from my doorway, but when that cold north wind wraps its will around the rocks and me, its time to find shelter elsewhere, and I did, batten down the hatches and am now settled down among trees in  Labrador, for the winter, so snug beneath the hills where the wind can’t find me  and I’m not alone.

My Journey is taken longer than I anticipated, but now it’s going in the direction where I want it to go. I’ve been to Ontario twice since my last entry. And I had contemplated on spending the winter in Eastern Townships beside all my beautiful nieces and all my former friends. But I’ve taken another fork in the road and am content.  Perhaps if I went to ET I might not have had the pleasure of holding my beautiful little grandson who arrived yesterday.  A winter baby, strong, and beautiful.  Wish I could go in all directions at the same time, I guess I can if I let my thoughts flow.    Sometimes I feel the lost of not embedding my roots somewhere, and perhaps I should have.   All seeds from this tree are scattered in all corners of the globe.  Now I have this urge to gather them all up, all three of them and their new branches, all nine of them and plant them on my doorstep.  Facebook and msn are all fine but not like the physical hugs of family and friends.  All too soon, we will all be living in glass bubbles, moving untouchable figures. Just movement and voices and blank screens when the lights go out and batteries wear down. Perhaps we should all read Margaret Atwood’s, (my favourite writer) book, Hand maiden”.

Until next time, stay safe, keep family and friends close.  And yes, grab the wind by the tail and swing it then soar as high as you can. Once in a while come back down to earth and smell the richness of the soil beneath your feet. That’s what happens when you hold a new born. Suddenly winter has warmth.