i resist the resolution thing. it feels like the epitome of trying instead of doing. if nothing else has changed but the number in our random count of time, then why should i expect my way of being to truly change?
and yet there are things that i know increase my quality of life, and that of my loved ones. so instead of resolutions for the year, here are some reminders:
hydration makes my skin look delicious, makes me feel limber, keeps me young, invites my body to function with ease.
yoga gives me capacity to breathe and be present in my life, and feel the longing in my limitations.
spending time with my family grounds me, focuses me on changes i can actually invest in long-term in myself and our relationships, and keeps me humble.
singing is my happy place. writing songs and poetry about my experiences in the world continues to be my primary form of journaling, if im not singing, writing, and otherwise making art, something fundamental in me has gotten too quiet.
love is abundant and healing and i know how to do it and i have so much still to learn and experience. stay open.
i am a practice ground for abundance.
i don’t know how to recreate my own miraculous existence, so i must be celebratory, tender and in awe of this body, these days, this worldview, this moment in which i am living, and these people who love me.
every day, waste less and less.