In the flurry of the year’s turning, take just a moment to breathe it all in, will you?
Plant your feet on the good earth and square your shoulders against the rush and bluster of Setting Goals and Choosing a Word and Manifesting The Magnificence.
Maybe you could close your eyes and tune the rhythm of your breath to the pulse of the universe.
Stop and watch the sun rise.
2018 was a bit shit.
Actually, it was a lot shit and I’m happy to see the back end of it.
But I’m not tearing into 2019 with any kind of fervour or grand design, mindful though I am of a pressing need to have things (pleasegod) be different this year.
Start as you mean to go on, as my lovely Nanna used to say.
So following the wisdom of my dear friend, Lesley, the whole month of January will be for the dreaming…for the imagining of delight and the conjuring of wonder.
And all, all, all of the love and magic.
(for you, too)