Change

In my first post, I mentioned how this blog became known as Healing My Broken Wings. 

I must confess that I spent a good deal of time before and since then thinking about the appropriateness of the title.  My personal history has been an incredible challenge for me to live through (I acknowledge that it might not be that way for another), but it has also been a great gift.

Sometimes, when I look back on my early life, or when I reflect upon the possible origins of some current behaviour or thinking in which I am engaged, I am saddened.  At those times, I keenly remember the despair and hopelessness of surviving my life. 

As time went on, life changed.  And I did, too. 

Initially, when I thought about what I wanted my blog to be, I envisioned it as a tool to help me tell my story.  I still see it that way, but I am coming from a different perspective than a broken-winged creature.

To use the metaphor of a bird, I believe that my wings were broken, given the reality in which I existed.  Through the years, however, life taught me how to fix my broken wings.  There are times, to this day, when I feel so vulnerable that I feel as if I am still a broken-winged bird.  Mostly though, I have had the good fortune of experiencing profound moments of grace, and through them, the opportunities to change and grow.  I am growing in confidence, learning to honour and respect myself, and embracing aspects of myself from which I have hidden for a long time.

So, I have changed the title to more accurately reflect who I am and what my intentions are for the blog.  This is an fyi for those of you who have followed me from the start, and a "thank you" for all your help and continuing support.