new Year

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.