What a year can BE.

Well, it’s been a big one. I have learned so much.  Worked through so much.  Created so much. It's astonishing.  we get so into our lives, so immersed in the doing.  For me, it takes a lot to just live each day, managing the details of everyday life, adapting to a world that is  always and all ways in flux.  navigating the sensory details that flood my awareness - It's a lot. Sitting at my computer, re-crafting the bones of my website laid down last year, I am at once humbled and in awe of the energy and inspiration, the calling that moved through me and moved me forward, insisting that I outgrow myself moment by moment. 

Right now, my children are asleep.  They both had a friend spend the night.  Their friends are sisters, as well. I could hear their giggles and chirpy voices over knocking of heels of shoes on their floor/ my ceiling as they lived their precious and fleeting moments.  They have no idea of how utterly stuffed with magic each of those moments are.  We don't understand that lesson until we are much older.  Their chatter has subsided now and melted into dreams. ANd I, absorbing the silence, reflect on the oxymoron that is life. 

It feels good to write.  It feels good to sit with the no-thing until some-thing bubbles up and asks to be said, raising its hand to be lifted from my sub-conscience. Words help us craft.  They are the utterance by which we bring into existence.  They provide a mold to pour reality into. A frame for it to live through. 

This year, like every year for me has been the best of my life, just as this one will be, and the next…

I am deeply grateful for all of the somethings, all of the nothings and for all the shades in between.