It seems strange to start at ‘chapter one’. Should I begin this book of life with a prologue, a stepping stone to start the journey? Heavens, where am I going to go with this? Is this just a false start? Will the words come if I just keep writing? Am I too flooded in thought right now to do this? How do I organize myself? Where do I begin???

Well, where do beginnings begin? We all have to start somewhere. How else do we gain experience? Only through the experiencing of something. Something usually big. Dynamic. Altering. Mind-blowing. Jolting. An abrupt change in the everyday, normal that we have always known. Change always begins and ends something.
I think of birth. A woman conceives and her whole life changes. A new life is created inside of her, through one act of passion with someone. This creation is life-altering. The change is slow, but grows with a belly, and days ticking by. Finally, a child is born. From that second of conception on, life is. At first breath, the baby just birthed cries, and we realize this more fully. We always seem to ‘realize’ things when we can touch them, feel them, hear them. Until that point, we seem to dance around the reality, not quite believing it. We are sadly, a faith by sight people. We may know that the woman is pregnant from the way she looks, specifically, the way her belly grows, but we cannot see the child yet.
Where is the change in this picture? The end of being just a woman, and the beginning of being a mother.

Turning back to the beginning again. . . Look at your life squarely in the eye. Where do you see the change, that point at which things took a turn for the better, for the worse . . . ? How did you get to where you are now? Who have you become and how did it happen?