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A LEAP OF FAITH by Ginny Brannan


These past few months have been filled with change for me. After a long struggle with his health, I lost my dear husband, my best friend of 40 years. He was a strong and spiritual man, and even on his worse day saw the glass as half full. Knowing that inspires me each and every day to do the same. He told me once that I had an angel “sitting on my shoulder.” If I didn’t feel it then, I do more than ever now.

For the past 10 years I have worked in a healthcare and rehab setting with amazing people who support me and lift me every day, and did the same for my husband the many times he was in their care. But recently, without even realizing I was even searching for a change, I had an offer come to me that I could not refuse. I will still be in healthcare, in a different setting closer to home. In my heart I felt both urgency and need to accept this offer. I’m sure it is the “angel on my shoulder” that led me here. This will be a big change for me, but I carry the memories and friendships I have made in my heart as I take this leap of faith and start anew!


A Leap of Faith

 by Ginny Brannan


It’s hard leave the comfort of one’s skin

at any age, to take on a new role—

to step outside ourselves to start again

to reassess our lives, to set new goals.

It’s difficult to break from all we know,

to jump off from that ledge into the deep

but yet I hear a calling to my soul

and trust that I will land upon my feet.



Ginny BrannanGinny describes herself as having “come to this dance a bit later than some; the most important thing is…she’s come!” It seems like the words were always inside her, looking for an outlet. In 2009, encouraged by her brother and dear friend, she began writing and sharing her poetry. She attributes the cathartic effects of writing to carrying her through some difficult times, and for introducing her to many creative and like-minded writers from places both near and around the world. She enjoys writing in both form and free verse, and draws her inspiration from life, nature, and the human condition. She has been featured in The River Muse, on on-line Art and Literary Journal; The Poetry Daily, and her poetry has been published in five anthologies. She is extremely honored to be part of the Journey of the Heart sisterhood of writers. Ginny Brannan resides in western Massachusetts. You may read more of Ginny's poetry on her website here,  or connect with her on Facebook or twitter


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