Everything in life happens in cycles. From the moon cycles to the season cycles. As I approach the ending of the summer cycle, I find that my own life is shifting and ending its own cycle.
Ending a cycle always comes with an amount of grief as you let go. Yet, it is filled with excitement of what lies ahead in the new cycle. My belly button birthday is within a month and thus always coincides with the ending of summer. It is interesting to reflect back over the past year of life here on Earth and ascertain the lessons learned, the gifts given, and the grief of losses.
Reflecting back to this time last year, I was anticipating some dramatic changes, shifts if you will. Anticipating gifts. Anticipating blessings. Anticipating lessons. As I take an inventory through walking the Medicine Wheel of my Inner Self, I realize that the anticipations felt were far underestimated (as they always are).
Tallying up the score card is easy. The gifts are far greater in number than the losses. So why is it that human nature reflects on the losses far more than the gifts when looking back?
I am reminded of a statement a very wise man said, every day is like a new blank page. You have the choice of whether to look back in previous chapter and just continue on bringing forward yesterday or you can start with a new blank page and a whole new chapter.
This is my conclusion. The last page in the chapter. I have no real outline for the next few chapters, but I have plenty of blank paper.