May your coming year be filled with magic and dreams and good madness. I hope you read some fine books and kiss someone who thinks you’re wonderful, and don’t forget to make some art — write or draw or build or sing or live as only you can. And I hope, somewhere in the next year, you surprise yourself.
New year, new hope.
There is something gravid about beginning a new year. The crisp new calendar, the empty journal, the clean slate. Anything is possible. And everything is on the table. I love January 1st.
This year I chose DISCIPLINE as my word to bring with me across the threshold. When I considered where to best direct my focus, it was abundantly clear that without discipline, it wouldn’t matter what I chose to pursue.
Doing the sit-ups
Letting the art ‘be’
Sitting with a thought
Doing the hike
Drinking the water
Thinking it through
It is patience and trust, follow-through and committment. It’s sitting on the floor. Or the chair. Back straight, hands relaxed and just breathing. It’s five minutes. Or ten or two. It’s counting. It’s mindfulness. It’s just showing up, like it or not.
D I S C I P L I N E
I also chose to do Joanna’s New Year tarot spread. Seven cards:
1) What do I leave behind
2) What do I open up to ?
3) Key opportunity
4) Key challenge
5) Hidden concern
6) Deep wisdom/advice from Goddess
7) Key theme
Here was my spread:
I wondered how it would fit with my chosen word. I’m still processing some of this but I feel like change is on the way. With finding and opening myself to grace as my challenge and following my passion as my theme, my life is swirling with possibility.
I watched the sun rise this morning.
I watched the sun set tonight.
Onward through the bracing cold in all available light. I feel ready.
(Bonus word is : komorebi)
I’d be setting myself up for certain failure if I chose Discipline as my guide… but I wish you better results. My goal for the year is Restraint, especially as it concerns impulse buying *cough*fountain pens*cough. My wish for all my friends in 2019: HEALTH!
I tend to think of discipline and restraint as twin toddlers and in my mind they are always hand in hand 😊 As for the pens, well … it’s always a joy to know you’re writing with those beautiful tools. There are far worse addictions, methinks*
That’s a good intention word. And, for me, the discipline to stop letting Facebook hijack my time! Every darn year and many times through the year, and without success. No discipline to dumb the addiction. And that photo of Seattle just blows me away. Happy New Year!
That is a very good addition to my discipline list. I keep trying to step away too, in hopes that I can redirect people to follow my blog if they want to stay connected. I find that people don’t engage as much here as they do there. I’ll keep Facebook, but thanks for the reminder that I can extend my mindfulness and discipline to that place as well. Oh, and thank you for being HERE 😊