Here we are again 
at the end
of yet another 
passage 
just in time
to reflect 
and then
to begin 
all over again.

Here. We. Are. 

I sit in my grandmother’s rocking chair, rocking back and forth, to wrangle my rhythm when it threatens to slip away. This rhythm of who I Am is what keeps me alive, breathing in and out, and living from my core. It’s what keeps the chaos outside my inner door—my sanctuary. My livelihood. Me, myself, and I with the Divine, being still enough to hear my purpose through the day-to-day.

I have spoken of death this month. The end of time. The end of breathing and rocking rhythms.

But for me, all these Significant Ones whom I introduced the past few weeks—Samuel, Jakin, my brother and grandmother, all of them continue to rock out a rhythm in those of us who knew a part of them. And so, they are still here for yet another year. Here in my writing, in my day-to-day, in my head and in my heart.

They exist in the cycles of life, composed ever so brilliantly of their parts, and ours, swirling all together like the scent of sticky buns baking in the oven. 

We. Are. Here.

Together…to live this holiday season. 

I dedicate today’s blog post to both my brother and grandmother, both overcomers. Both beautiful, bold souls. And also, in remembrance of Samual and Jakin, two young men who will forever impact me. 

May we all rock our rhythms this Merry Christmas week and into a new year with loved ones both here and there!

Wilma Smith: December 30, 1918-April 18, 2018
Kevin Kerr: August 7, 1961-September 14, 2018.

Spoiler Alert

Momentous Living’s 2022 theme is “Rockin’ My Rhythm!” I look forward to exploring the ins and outs of this through twelve monthly themes that I will reveal on January 1. Until then, I will be off the grid.

See you in 2022!