"May this year be one of alignment, heart-fuel, and gentle courage."
Today I was given ostrich socks and a coupon for a hug a day. Someone bought me lunch and Starbucks bought me breakfast. I have a new-to-me-Pokemon card and only somewhat misshapen Mars bar.
Yesterday was the last day of 41. It was the last day of hoping for firetrucks. It was the last day of pretending not to be ambitious at work. Some big things ended yesterday, and there were tears and tender, weary togetherness and a subtle adjustment of the compass heading.
This morning we woke with puffy eyes yes, but maybe clearer vision. I went to yoga and moved through surrendered heart to the sweet balance between the mystery of what lies beyond our sight and the certain support of what lies beneath our feet. So much balancing - half moons and eagles and warriors; so much aligning left and right, above and below, heart and body, soul and sole. A practice that last week left me rageous (!!), this week left me joy-full and rested.
The rest of the day has been quietly lovely. Kindnesses at every turn, and of course the Facebook love that is a sweet gift. The last message has been from my friend Lisa who wished me the wish above. Alignment. Heart-fuel. Gentle Courage. They were today's words but I didn't have them until she gave them and once I got them, I knew they had been with me all day. They were the heartbeat of my practice this morning. They are the words for the year ahead. They affirm and confirm our best hopes about how this world works, about who the Creator might be and how we are loved.
As one year gave way to the next, I was reminded over and over and over again that we are not forgotten. That somehow, in some way that matters, we are noticed and known. We are not alone.
Happy Birthday to me.
