A New Year. New Goals. New Dreams. New Intentions. A Blank Slate. Although a New Year comes every 365 or 366 days, this year felt incredibly different. Turning the calendar to 2021 felt extremely freeing, as if I was a seed just waiting beneath the soil in a dark, cold cave, and then the opportunity to sprout became not only possible but necessary. And I am here. Writing again. On this oldie but goodie of a platform. A deep craving to create has formed in the marrow on my bones, bubbled up at the cellular level. And I am feeling the time and space of this moment. So, this is where I will be - hanging out, writing, sharing. What will I write, share, create? Not quite sure yet, but I have enough years on the planet to know that listening to the voice, that tiny muse, is key for living a good, enriching, nourishing life. I just spent four consecutive days in a solo retreat, self-designed to sink into the New Year after a busy December. I conducted an annual review, sat with myself, lim