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 Renee Logan has been telling stories to everyone who would listen since she was seven. She organized storytimes for her college roommates, and spent a year at Oxford studying folklore and folktales. Many years as a Waldorf teacher allowed her to tell stories about everything from Baba Yaga's hut on chicken legs to the water cycle to the life of Joan of Arc. Sara shares her life with her partner, Melanie, their son, and an unreasonable family of pets. She continues to share her love of storytelling and stories with audiences of all ages, specializing in bringing the wild beauty of folktales to young and old. Sara writes about parenting, storytelling, and about living a life with stories.