I feel possibility all around me, sizzling like the potential of lightening before it reaches the ground. 'Shhhh' it says. 'Can you hear me? Do not worry about concreting this energy all at once. Anticipate its explosion in waves - building, sparking, releasing'.

2018 Marches in like a preschooler headed for free play - hands stuffed with play dough jars; tripping, stumbling, but ultimately reaching its destination, fresh ideas blooming in its head, unrestricted by the burden of knowing. 2017 recedes like the tide, painting the shore less and less with each ebb and flow. She has already absorbed that which is no longer needed into her depths. You may recall the great storms of this year, bringing the magic of destruction to your shore.

Now, made innocent once again through the stripping away of things you thought you were, you turn to face the exuberant child barreling towards you, and open your arms with bruised faith and love. Now, you are full of the expectation and hope secretly planted in the ashes of your scorched and wild heart.

This year is about exploration and play, the pain and joy of birthing and becoming. Forget everything you know. Use the blessing of beginnings and endings to let out your leash on life. Whatever you believe, you are right. No exceptions.