Hope everyone had a wonderful holiday weekend… If you didn’t get a chance to take a peek at the gifts I left under your tree (virtual), drop by the “Free Reads” section of this blog and enjoy!
Now, as we look forward to the New Year, I often find myself sliding into reflections and memories… As with my own religious New Year (the end of October), the secular New Year brings on fond memories of those who have gone before, who were important to me in some manner or another, whether they directly touched my life or not. Again this year, I reflect with sadness on the death of one of the greatest inspirations in my life – Stuart Adamson.
No, I never met him, and I didn’t know him personally. But his music touched my life from a very young age (I was all of seven years old when I heard Big Country for the first time, and Stuart Adamson’s haunting lyrics stay with me even today), and a very large part of my life and writing career is formed around the imagery I drew from listening to that music. This time of year brings a sadness to me, that I never did have the chance to meet the man himself, to tell him what an impact his music had (and continues to have) on my life and writing.
This year, as I look toward the future with hope and a renewed sense of purpose, I also reflect on my past, and those who have made it richer, even when they might not have realized just how great a part they played.
