I’ve listened curious for my one little word;
it’s all I want to pack as I head into each new trek around the sun
and I like to pack light so I wait for the word like a gift that will come
rather than trying on a whole slew of them to see what might fit.
I headed out of the last year so exhausted that I really didn’t care
if another word popped up out of the frozen ground or not.
I felt spent. Tuckered. Thoroughly poured out.
Had to squint through the haze to remember what my word for last year even was.
Oh yeah ~ “All” ~ Figures:)
This January has been a deep resting place for me.
I’ve relished every ounce of quiet.
In the past, a word swirls in like a feather on a breeze.
No feathers this year. No breeze. No desire for either.
Just please let me be still a while longer, wrapped up warm in a quilt
from everything I lost last year, still dinged and stinging from disappointment.
I just needed sweet, healing rest. Life offered, and I took it up grateful.
Then I woke up hungry, as if from a long, long nap,
and it seemed like the universe leaned in and kindly asked “so what are you hungry for?”
Usually it’s marshmallows:)
But what rumbled up from my deep was the surest word I’ve ever heard.
I want to celebrate.
To really thrill and tell.
Not just notice and smile,
but to mark my pleasure in a counting-out-loud kind of way.
I don’t know if this is the same thing as being grateful or not
but it feels rather like a muscle that I need to use
and it feels good to put my weight into it again.
So, celebrate it is.
I’ll be sharing the daily on Instagram for the next 365:)
In each one of them I wish you joy
in mad abundance!
And then a couple of shots more:)
“Astonishing material and revelation appear in our lives all the time.
Let it be. Unto us, much is given.
We just have to be open for business.”
– Anne Lamott