
Patricia Wilson is a writer, poet, a musician and was born on the same day Elvis recorded “That’s All Right Mama,” so, she is always looking for the roll in rock and roll.
Life’s a continuing journey, and it takes from us, gives to us, creates who we are at any given moment. Anyone who has walked this human mile can tell stories of deep pain, struggle, joy, and love. A life’s bouquet that sits in front of our soul’s morning mirror as we reflect on all it took to get where we are now. Sometimes I can live my whole life in a bite of food. Dinner cooks in stages, and I scribble the beginnings of poems and stories. Can’t wait to see Hélène when she gets home, and we can share food together.
The woman I am today is on a different journey to womanhood than most women I know, not any better or worse, just a different road for the woman I see in the morning mirror at sixty-six years old. I was never a thirteen-year-old girl, or young woman dealing with the gasping hardships of being female against a male-dominated world. That path is not part of my female psyche.
Experiences that most biological women have dealt with, and have risen above, become who they are right at this moment, and the importance of that in their journey, I do not share. I struggled in my own way, and that is a story to be told somewhere else. I am fortunate to call myself a woman physically for over thirty years. I have been with the same partner since 1992. She is a babe and a constant source of learning and love for me.
My meandering point here is – every day is a day filled with the past, propelling us forward to the future to give us direction. Yet, the present is a steady hand that focuses us and fills us with the knowledge that, right now, we are all we should be in this moment, filtered through whatever different emotions we as humans have been gifted. We are who we are right now. What a great way to start a new day, a new year with a new journey of self as we exist right now. We must share our gifts in acts of kindness, it’s what makes us truly human.