Standing with my back to the new year, the fireworks seem small. The brilliance of each event, every emotion of last year, receding in memory.
Turning to face the new year with it’s expanse of time full of promise, I breathe in a champagne breath. The opportunity to begin again has me intoxicated.
I turn again, exhaling fire, burning anything not worthy of bringing forward on this journey. Embers of memories dance and twist before finding their place with the stars.
Forward, I fall knowing my wings will open and catch the current.
I've arrived at an age where standing quietly in the shadows doesn't serve me. Standing in the light of the divine feminine and speaking/writing my truth is as vital as breathing. So here I am, feeling a bit naked as I open a small portal into this superhighway of high speed communications. I don't claim to be a wise woman, but a seeker of heart and spirit, a collector of wisdoms.
Since I was a young girl, I've felt spirit in the natural world. I've always stood in the balance of science and magic. Now as I approach another decade, the light of that magic lives in my heart. I find joy in getting older and believe there is great value in the wisdoms we carry. Recently remarried after raising three fiercely beautiful girls on my own, I am now a member of a collective voice of grandmothers and I love this new role.
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