New Year 2012


The old year has gone. Let the dead past bury its own dead. The New Year has taken possession of the clock of time. All hail the duties and possibilities of the coming twelve months.
Edward Payson Powell

I’ve spent the last several days in the pages of last year’s journals reading outpourings of morning thoughts and peeking between the lines of poems and quotes.  I am looking for anything that needs to shift or move and am revisiting ideas and dreams.  I am paying attention to colors, patterns & preferences because like a map, those details reveal Path.  This last handful of pages, while from the past year, have me fully engaged and here in the present.

I am also slowly becoming reacquainted with this space and as always, am making lists.

Today I:

*  Spent the first few minutes of the year with good friends.  {CELEBRATE}

*  Journaled. {LIVE}

*  Took a nap.  {REST}

*  Journaled again.  {PROCESS}

*  Made a list.  {RETURN}

goodbye Christmas

*  Took down Christmas ornaments {SHIFT}

*  Stopped when I noticed.  {LISTEN}

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