I am planting my third seed
Rooting my soul deep in this place
Aligning with the four corners
Reaching to the heavens and stars with hope
Lifting my gaze towards the sunrise
Basking in the quiet magic of the gloaming
As is my nature I seek …
The sweet sharpness of running water over rocks
The quiet eddies and raging rivers
To glide in lakes known and not
To dip a paddle in deep water
To dance in the wet sparkles and laughter of waterfalls
To feel ocean waves caress
To weave new memories with old
To smell the pine, sage and loam of this earth
To seek breathtaking vistas from mountain tops
To stand among the hum and jabber of bird song
The pregnant silence of the quiet
To dance on notes of the wind
To ride in the slipstream
To hear a hawk cry
To behold the majesty of an eagle watching sentry
To feel the wind break across and through me
To delve into and up mountain passes
To meander along roads near and far
Known and unknown
To dream, hope and create …
Stories of a life filled with love and laughter
Of time spent at tables filled with food and wine
With those I know and those not yet met
That my life song be filled with …
Laughter and love
This is my dream …
“The soul should always stand ajar.” Emily Dickinson
It’s the second week of January and I’m finding the space and time to reflect on 2016 and think about this New Year. I was blessed in 2016 and found ways to celebrate with tribe, family and alone during the holidays.
I took time and stepped back, slowed down and felt the pulse; heartbeat of the earth. I viewed its majesty with runs on trails in the forest and from the saddle. I looked up, out and upon majestic open roads, valleys and vistas and fell in love (again) with the magic of trees, quiet spaces and cold winter mornings with the never-end of the wind on my face. I experienced the caress of water gliding across skin, lap after lap and envisioned the ocean, rivers, lakes and the first open water swim of the year. I shared time, space, food and laughter with family. I engaged with my tribe of makers, writers, artists, creators and felt connection. I sat and drank coffee in solitude, journaled and walked the streets of the place I call home. I absorbed its energy, love and its call to come home. It was magical.
As I worked through the process of choosing a word for the year, something I’ve done the last several years, I spent time reflecting on my word for 2016. Trust. As many of you have read (thank you) it was a deep dive and amazing journey in embracing and practicing trust – with self, others and the Universe – this last year. Bloody brutal at times if I’m honest. It was the perfect launch pad for 2017.
In the process of exploring a word I came to realize that I don’t have a specific word for 2017. What I have is a calling of expression; a way of being that has welled up from my soul to explore this life. It’s a calling to take a deep dive, a leap of faith to engage with tribe, family even more and expand into my community and the world more fully. To keep trusting the Universe and myself as life unfolds. To make this a foundational practice for life.
It’s a practice that I believe will require a commitment beyond a physical year of time. It may take several years, possibly a lifetime, to explore and engage from this perspective. I hope that in this exploration I’m able to move towards a deeper-rooted sense of personal strength, wisdom, growth, compassion and empathy for self, others, community and this earth. That I begin to come from a state of being that is from peaceful strength, calm, joy, curiosity, love and grace in all that I do.
I’ve realized this last year that when I come from a place of authenticity and trust that I come from my deepest, truest self in any given moment. With these thoughts in mind my expression for 2017 is a daily practice to explore this life of doing, being and seeing.