In our very first prompt for December's reverb 10, we were asked to chose one word to describe 2010 (my word was "shattered") and another to describe what we wanted to manifest in 2011 (I chose "becoming.")
I came across the one word concept yet again while exploring scrapbooking and creativity. And "becoming" evolved into something far more specific.
Here's what Ali Edwards has to say about the idea she originated:
"In 2006, I began a tradition of choosing one word for myself each January—a word that I can focus on, mediate on, and reflect upon as I go about my daily life. My words have included play, peace, vitality, nurture, and story. These words have each become a part of my life in one way or another. They've been imbedded into who I am, and into who I'm becoming. They've been what I've needed (and didn't know I needed). They've helped me to breathe deeper, to see clearer, and to grow."
Learn more about Ali here and check out her yearly one word workshop at Big Picture Classes.
My word for the year came slowly, but grew to encompass everything I want to bring about in 2011--body, mind, spirit and soul: "Healing."
Healing for my shattered life; my broken heart; my tense, injured body; a brain that tells me "should" and "no" instead of "yes," "play" and "I don't know--let's try and see what happens!"
Looking back, I can see my word burrowing inside me during January 2010 as I discovered that my body felt physically better in the Florida winter; during my sessions with Laura Hollick as I learned to see true Jenny, who without a doubt, is a healed, healing version of myself today.
The idea of healing through creativity and art took root this fall through online friendships with women who suffered and discovered that self-expression through creativity could soothe their grief and broken hearts.
Healing has taken root and taken me--claiming me before I even thought of it myself.
It has great plans for me this year: in my 101 in 1001 list; in the emerging first page of my very first art journal; a one word brainstorming session I'll share in a future post; and in interviews with friends and mentors that I first reached out to for hope in the midst of despair, loneliness and depression. I didn't know that healing would become my one word until I heard them repeat it over and over.
I crave healing in all aspects of my life, which is why I'd love to hear from all of you with your own story to tell; why I'm overcoming inertia to call my chiropractor's office today to schedule an adjustment and massage, and why I became aware that my jaw was tight and unclenched it as I wrote these words.
I don't expect miracles. I don't expect to "finish" healing this year and move on to something completely new. But my focus is set and I'm sure of the direction I'm going: my steps are slow, but I won't stop walking.