A word that meant something to them, their dreams, their hopes, their heart.
I tried to come up with a word and never could.
I tried out several words – turning them over and over. Throwing them against the wall to see if the stuck.
But no word stuck.
And I forgot about it, because the new year came, and I went back to work and the kids went back to school, and I thought the moment had passed for a word-of-the-year.
Yesterday, out of the blue, my word found me.
One moment I was just doing nothing special, and the next moment it was there.
And I knew immediately that it was the word for this year. Perhaps for longer than that even. Perhaps it is my word.
Found is my word.
Since it is fresh and new I am only beginning to ponder it’s implications,
but I could not just sit still and not celebrate it’s arrival, even so.
So I made this little collage on a reclaimed cabinet door I had in my stash, and used scraps of paper from other projects, piecing it all together quickly, as my excitement over having a word grew. My little collage is not perfect, but it was not meant to be.
It was simply an expression of the moment and will be a reminder of it all year long.