One Year Ago...

One year ago today I was lying in ICU, heavily sedated, with several broken bones, and a tube in my chest.  I was fighting for my life.  The coming of this anniversary has been on my mind over the past few months.  I wasn't sure how I would feel or how my husband and kids would react.  My best friend picked up the phone and checked on me around the very same time that she received the phone call...one year ago.

There are no words to describe what I experience each time I approach an intersection or hear the wale of a siren.  A sense of security that I once had no longer exists.  And that's okay.  See, I am healthy and living a full life.  More importantly, I have decided to pursue a dream.  I am teaching others to knit and working towards opening my very own knit shop.  I am living my life with passion and purpose and I'm doing so one day at a time.

This is what it means to be held, how it feels when the sacred is torn from your life and you survive.  This is what it is to be loved and to know that the promise was when everything fell, we'd be held.

 
As you read this post, I want to challenge you.  One year from now, make sure that you are not where you are today.

Until next time...