Those of you who know me, know I don't do new year's resolutions.
Instead, I ponder & journal & pray & muse & mutter & then choose
Somehow, every year the word becomes both mantra and prophesy.
So as I let words filter & flutter, trying them on, feeling the weight of them, testing the strength of them,
one word kept rising above the rest.
Like snowing, slowing down.
Let it slow.
It holds patience, and letting go. Both at once. Things I need, yet fear their hard lessons.
If I hold on to anything, I'll miss everything. So slow down, hold fast, accept Grace, and give thanks.
Happy new year.