It's January - and I've yet to commit. I've yet to find that all-important word...that set intention to guide this new year.
It comes...and it goes. It is - at once - visible and tangible and clear. And then - like the mist...like the fog... like the unexpected rain and snow - it melts away and disappears.
I want to make space...to clarify...to simplify...to focus. I want to bend and sway and grow and flow. I want to expand. I want to contract. I want greater connection and I want more time alone. I want to create. I want to make something beautiful...something meaningful...something powerful. I want to make art....to share art. ...to eat and sleep and breathe art.
The fog was so thick - I could barely see. I walked my routined and regular and too-familiar walk by feel...by touch...by sound and smell - one foot in front of the other. Even without the gift of distant vision - I knew just exactly where it was that I was going. The path - as it always has - revealed itself slowly.
Trust - I thought. In myself. In my vision. In my voice. In my body's inner awareness and sense of direction. Even in the midst of the fog - it knows exactly how to see.
And then - there was this.