I think I packed 2011 with enough action to last a decade or two. Jumping into not one, but several life transitions. To run around screaming, tearing off my clothes, moving, getting divorced, blowing up identities, is hard. !! But there was a purpose. There was the push from the inside. I’m ready for peace. For coming together. I’m ready to know nothing.
(Loving the rabble rousing life, I’m sure I’ll continue to kick up some dust from time to time. But maybe it will be entertaining. Or sweet.)
My resolution is to become smaller. The more I travel inside, the more the world opens up to me. The slower and more precise the action, the deeper the resonance.
I want to greet my challenges with fearlessness. With acceptance.
My financial crunchiness may lead me to more thoughtfulness. Certainly to more home cooking.
My injuries will help me to continue the more important journey inwards.
My lover’s feelings will nurture my compassion and generosity.
Thank you to everyone who spent a moment here reading, or watching. (Thanks even to you, stranger, who left the comment you are a spoiled bitch on my video. After the initial shock, I said to myself, yeah. I really am sometimes. That’s ok too. And it’s something to think about.)
Let’s welcome 2012 with a soft curiosity. Happy New Year to you all.
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