Sweet June

Do you remember looking forward to the month of June?  It was a magical month – it meant summer was coming, and school was coming to a much anticipated end.

It was when you could put shorts on for the first time without your mom rolling her eyes.  There was prep days, test days, picnics and half days.  It felt like there was more time, sometimes too much time, lessons were over but you were required to be in a class – where the classroom may be dismantling for the summer.  The rooms always seemed so sad and empty when bulletin boarders were removed and tucked in a file cabinet.  Posters rolled up and desks emptied.

June was also a little scary, especially if you were a senior.  You were graduating and starting in a new direction – the unknown.  Even if you were excited and ready to leave, it is bittersweet for some, others never looked back.

By the beginning of June the windows are open and stay open until they get an air conditioner put into them.  The sound of crickets is always a confirmation that summer is whispering, ‘Here I come.’  It is the time before the AC has to carve through the heat – the nights are cool and in the 50’s – perfect sleeping weather.

This June is special for me.  It was a year ago this month I began to believe I could take the steps into becoming a real writer.  (I say real because I have always been a writer, I just never considered doing it on a larger scale then my own enjoyment.)  All because I took a chance and emailed Laura Munson.  All because she reached back, all because I changed my mind set and decided I wanted something special, something unique and something that would make me happy.  Writing always has, even if it was something I was not happy about.  To write was to heal, to write was to create, my writing is my joy.

Every month since then has brought a positive gift – right to me, the universe lined up and wrapped it with a bow.  I remember a little more than a year ago, as I was driving to a job I did not want to be at – I began each morning with a prayer – to please, keep my family safe – all my family, no matter where they were.  To please let us keep our home – to live safe and sound, and to please, bring us something special, so special we could not believe what is coming it was so special and know it is right around the corner and waiting for us to recognize it.  Something wonderful, beyond our expectations.  I would say that out loud, by myself, in my Jeep on the way to work at 5am. In the rain, the cold, driving home in a snow storm, the summer sun and the evening stars – they all heard my prayer, my chant, my hope – call it whatever you want, but it has come true.

Someone once told me never stop saying what you want most out loud – to shout it to the universe if need be – put it out there, so it can be answered.  You don’t stop saying it, because if you do, it might have been heard and answered the next day.  I said my wishes out loud for almost two years.  I noticed almost immediately things got a little easier, there was one or two things that were changed, or I met someone special, or things were just a little easier to cope with at the time.

Now there are big things that have come into my life.  We have saved our home when I thought the bank was going to take it.  We fought the process and we won.  I have met some of the most remarkable people.  Many of them professional writers.  I’ve surrounded myself with people I know will teach me, guide me and share with me.  How else could I get better, or explore what it is I want to learn unless I do that – reach out, and they reached back.  Outstanding.

So sometime in this month of June – take a moment for yourself, think about what it is you really, really want.  If it is to accomplish something you’ve been putting off.  Exploring something new, finding yourself again when you’ve put everyone else’s needs ahead of your own.  You may be pleasantly surprised what life will bring to you.

Writing my morning pages the other day, I was saying how I cannot wait to see what my daughters do in this life.  Not what life brings or does to them – they are in control of their destinies, their futures.  That was a concept I had never thought of before, not for myself.   Its not what life deals you – its what you take from it, creative from it, how you want to use the time you have on this earth.  It is that sentence that inspired me to write this months poem.  I hope you enjoy it.  Please let me know if you do.

Breathe Deep, Think Peace



About Patty Young

Patricia Young spent most of her life in the Northeast. Before the casinos arrived and many of the safety rails installed, she would walk Bushkill Falls and enjoy time in a little cabin by Meadow Lake near the Delaware Water Gap. The school year was spent in New Jersey, but many summers were spent in Mississippi where she wandered in the woods, ride horses, reading comic books and played with cousins. After graduating from college with a degree in education, she taught fifth grade in Queens. When rent climbed higher than her salary she working for a defense industry in Yonkers before starting a small business called, The Giving Tree Day Care. For fifteen years she was fondly "held hostage by two year olds!" Writing every day for in a notebook for each child to keep communication open and flowing to the families. Fast forward to the spring of 2013 diagnosed with sever carpal tunnel syndrome (she does NOT recommend having both hands done at the same time! Often wondering "What was I thinking?!") Physical therapy and time slowly began the healing process and gardening strengthened her hands. After an unexpected, but deeply personal journey to Montana in the fall of 2013 she decided it was time to reinvent herself and embrace her passion for words. With renewed confidence, and a plan to do the work necessary to become a writer, she began writing every day (with the help of 750Words.com - thank you Kellianne and Buster!), submitting to a variety of magazines and contests to practice the craft. As well as participating in the Learning to See poetry programs offered at the local library. Attending writing retreats, workshops, lectures, taking classes, reading and immersing herself in the process. She began to work with writers and authors in the tri-state area. Presently living in Westchester New York Patricia lives with her husband of 29 years, two daughters – both attending college and grad school and a dear college friend – all under the roof of a little cape cod. Its snug – but the laughter and support is rich and full! Patricia is working on her first novel with her editor, with hopes and dreams and fingers crossed to find an agent in the fall of 2015. You are invited to join her on this journey of a writer. To experience her trials, successes and stumbles along the way. Perhaps it will help you find your brave, and if writing is in your soul - to join her. Share your stories and maybe together we will unravel some of the complexities of this life. To heal, hope and learn what we can from one another, in the time we have. To listen and hear one another's stories. Breathe Deep, Think Peace Patty
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