It is the evening of the first day of a new year. And I am drawing a deep breath, open to beauty and possibility.
We are making changes around here, ready to step more and more fully into a life that feels right for us, right now. Part of me laments, how can it feel right? I'm still mourning the loss of my mother. There is still a world of uncertainty around the future.
And yet, the cold, clear air speaks of possibility.
You see, I can tell the days are growing longer. Oh, so slightly, you know. But here, on the other side of that dark, dark night, I am seeing hope.
May this year be full of beauty, grace, gentleness, ferocity, deep ancient magic, and tender newness.
Welcome, new year.
Sara lives in Minnesota with her wife, their son, and a lot of cats and turtles. She coaches waldorf moms and other sparkly unicorns, helping them find wonder, ease, and contentment. Sara writes about parenting, storytelling, and about living a life with stories.