As always, with absolutely no help from me, the sun rose again this morning (albeit through thick fog) awakening me to not just a new day but a new year …one that for many of us is not the year we were hoping for. But it is the year that is and as I quoted Vicki Robin a few posts ago, “I am not hopeless. I am only without the hopes I had.”
So… as we turn the page and cross the threshold, let’s remember who we are and let’s be real together in that place where the spirit meets the bone.
Allow me, please, to refer back to last week’s post where Nikki Giovanni encouraged us to be alive to imagination and possibility … where Jon Quelly wrote in Common Dreams, I feel deeply that the light we all share in the human heart is the beginning of our path forward. And the ‘anonymous’ Christmas Poem reminded us to speak our love and speak it again.
So … until next time, I offer these beautiful words by Stuart Kestenbaum from Only Now … a gift from my friend, Annie, regifted to you with all Good Blessings for the year ahead, and perhaps regifted by you to someone you love as we continue to draw the circle wide and ever-wider.
See you soon,
Love, Sulima
I love Chai Lattes and would be delighted if you bought me one.
Originally published on sulimamalzin.net