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December 26, 2012 § 1 Comment
I write about stillness, invite the concept into my consciousness, absorb its peace, and prescribe its healing powers. This year as I endeavor to name goals, or perhaps hopes, for the coming New Year I realize my greatest wish has little to do with increasing, decreasing, eliminating, or adding. Rather I want merely to be.
Present. Peaceful. Still.
I want to worry less about the next moment and invite myself to simply accept each moment at face value. I don’t want to dwell in worries or fears for my son’s challenges. I don’t want to measure my daughter’s growth academically gauging success against failure. I don’t want to limit romance to date nights with my husband or family time to specific activities. These measurements suffocate the air from living, leaving us grasping greedily for something outside the moment we are in.
This is not to say I do not have concrete goals. My life needs priorities and structure as much as it craves happy surprises, but this year I cannot confine needs and wants neatly to numbers.
This year I acknowledge my old list is ever-present, my resolve reaffirmed, my intent condensed to One Little Word. Be.
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