This year my heart wore dresses
instead of stiff scratchy pants
and it’s been joy to twirl and flutter
instead of trudge;
my little word - dresses,
coached me through some heavy times
and helped my heart keep light.
So I’ve been listening for breezes
to brush over the strings
and nudge a new word,
for the chapter to come
watching to see
what seeds may drift down
and scatter like confetti
over the fresh year waiting in the wings
and thinking how I want to be stirred
by the breeze,
not to strain or to strive
but to dance close with love
from that place most alive.
My word for this year
came as clear as a bell
and I can’t tell you how it makes me grin.
my one little word: bells
(I can’t even write it without smiling)
“Promise me you will not spend so much time treading water
and trying to keep your head above the waves
that you forget, truly forget
…how much you have always loved to swim.”
-Tyler Knott Gregson
I wrote a little love note to the new year
over at Vision and Verb
and would love it if you dropped by!