Last week, at six in the morning, I suddenly awoke, convinced I had slept through the entire day. The dawn was just breaking, my room a deep indigo, everything around me still. And in this moment, alone with the slowly fading embrace of darkness and the tendrils of pink cotton candy that emerged in the sky, I felt whole and wise and part of something big and wonderful and loving.
As the sun rose, I decided to hold this moment for the whole year,
What will this bring, I wonder? Have you chosen your word for the year yet?