You are the year I decided to live my dream. Step into my Big Quiet. Turn away from the noise. Open my spirit to the sky.
You held my hand when I hit the crash-and-burn. Piece by piece, we tore down the facade of an empire. Years of work that no longer mattered.
You've been the stretchy moment of new discovery. A door opening to the wild unknown of intuition I kept locked in the strategy box.
You taught me to sense the unseen through feathery dreamcatchers and pennies on the sidewalk.
You convinced me to Come Out And Play.
You're the year when I finally started to Have Joy - a message whose fruition is lifetimes in the making.
Most of all, you're the glue that bound the beautifully messy ball of disappointments, hopes, fears, happies, stumbles and revelations into one eternal reason to love myself. Where I stand. As I am. In my becoming.
What else is there to tell you, but Thank You? And - It's been real.
I would say - "Let's do it again sometime" - but this is it.
That's a good thing.
lotsa love ~ e