A New Year

at the cessation of yet another 365 day milestone,

what mighty feelings become stirred inside.

there’s a compelling force urging us to look deliberately, carefully and honestly at our recent relationship with life.

to call ourselves out in our shortcomings,

all the while celebrating our accomplishments & victories. a sort of self-examination process by which one (mostly) can’t help but undertake.

as we assess where we’ve been, how well we held the reins & gave it our best effort on this years’ ride,

there’s an inevitable, beckoning opening for hope to sprout.

as we turn the page to a new year, we feel a collective resurgence of hope.

that perhaps if not the last, maybe this one could be the year.

the year we finally find what we’re looking for.

the year we sincerely feel proud of ourselves, who we’ve become, what we‘ve stood for.

the year we feel the omnipresence of love so electric, we can’t possibly ever feel defeated.

perhaps this is “the” year.

but i hope you don’t wait for the number on the calendar to change to turn the pages in your life that are ready.

i hope you know that a promise of change and transformation dances with the dawn of each new rising sun.

i hope you don’t wait around for permission or to follow the crowd,

but know that you can lead your life towards wildly expanded frontiers at any given moment.

i hope you find the courage and momentum to charter the goals you’ve set out to,

and the humility to stop if or when the spark ever went out.

i hope you know you are a miracle maker, a dream weaver, a force to be reckoned with when your heart is engaged.

i hope you can trust each step forward from here, with a steadfast confidence of the Earth supporting you, the air breathing you, and the Spirit guiding you.