Good New Year's morning, everyone!
So, I realized over the last month that, if I don't have a regular practice of posting -- every single day -- it isn't going to happen. Life gets in the way. Life interrupts and clamors. Silly old life.
What are you doing to prepare for this year? Making lists? Choosing a word or phrase to guide you? Promising, planning, resolving? I am working on choosing my word for the year, one that will be part of my planning and reflection, my moving forward and my looking back.
I have deep hope for 2014, and a resolve to let go of the past and step boldly. We will see what happens. Many people, as soon as the going gets hard or the fat hits the fire, retreat back into habit and safety. Habits can be good. So can safety, being safe and all. But to stay in habit, to stay hidden in safety -- that deadens the story, that kills adventure, that binds the hero(ine) in a bond of iron that no fairy magic can undo. Only the work of human hands can undo iron. Only our fierce, heart-warmed courage can untangle the webs of the old and allow us to move unfettered into the new. We need grace, and gentleness, and encouragement. Find them where you do, and trust that you will know where to go when you step out of the cave.
The sun is already coming back to us. Can you feel it?
Hi. That's me. I write, sometimes, about parenting, storytelling, and about living a life with stories.