A New Year

 

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, limited my inputs, ran a lot of miles, and chose my word for 2021: D E P T H. To go deeper. To sink into some new ways of being. To connect back with parts of myself I need to acquaint myself with again - writing being one of them. I had the privilege to witness so many wonderful people in my life start their creative process in 2020. The hankering started to set in - why am I not writing? 

I am in the process of deleting my Facebook account. A call for more freedom. More depth. 

I will be here. Writing. Creating. Sharing. Happy New Year.