Fimnora Westcaw

Winter of the Wheel of the Year

To tell you about myself would be spoiling the surprise of my unfolding. I’m not just one thing or the other. I’m not even the same person I was yestserday. I’m not static, and unyielding. I’m at once, like a river flowing to meet it’s ocean, and at the same time, a ‘leaf driven by the wind,’ upon that river. Your own journey becomes part of mine as mine becomes part of yours.

However, since this is my ‘about’ page, the best way for me to convey to anyone is through words and music.

It’s my considered opinion that there is a song for everyone. I’m not talking about the one a person loves because it makes them melt as the very notes flow through them, or about burning it to the ground, or dancing the night away, which are singular events. The song of which I speak is one that when we hear it, we know it defines us, is about the very fabric of our being; about our journey in this lifetime.

Mine began with being “Lost and alone on some forgotten highway,” because that is how my early years must have been as I began to learn about the basics of life. It’s a road “Traveled by many, remembered by few.”

The details of my first words, first steps are selfless gifts to those who watched me learn how to walk, how to speak, but is lost in obscurity for me. As the years went by, I was just “Looking for something that I can believe in.” but more importantly, “Looking for something that I’d like to do, with my life.”

Finally, eons later, I can honestly say, “There’s nothing behind me, and nothing that ties me to something that might have been true yesterday.” I have, in fact, spent my time dwelling in and toiling for this very time where I can believe, “Tomorrow is open. Right now it seems to be more than enough to just be here today.”

When I think back over the days of my life, spent believing I did know, the simple truth is, “And I don’t know what the future is holding in store. I don’t know where I’m going, I’m not sure where I’ve been.” This I can say with greater certainty: “There’s a spirit that guides me, a light that shines for me. My life is worth the living, I don’t need to see the end.”

What it all boils down to is, “Sweet, sweet surrender. Live, live without care, like the fish in the water, like a bird in the air…”

words and music by John Denver

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