Last night as I sat in bed, I held 2013 in my hands. It was a sphere, thrumming with promise. It felt familiar, akin to my days contemplated most mornings between dreaming and waking. We have so many beginnings.
I used not to bother making anything of the yearly changeover but I increasingly see it as an opportunity (albeit a randomly human-assigned one) for reflection, a hinge between times that invites a pause.
Today I loosed the new year to unspool in front of me. I know something of how it will unwind but I shall be both shaping it and surprised by it. One contour I know already is The BB’s and my move to England in March. I shall write of it here amidst my travel reflections and Porridge updates.
In the meantime, I consider. Ideas are handed to me. Both The BB and a child happened to note, over the last few days, how I am, things I do. Three things right there that benefit no-one, even impinge on one, to which I can attend. Self-knowledge and change are a service to oneself and to others, as well as a pleasure.
This day I contemplate goals, a hallmark of change. People who achieve much, plan, as far as I can discern. They are organized. I have been distrustful of goals as things that restrict but I see that if the thrumming is not to dull, I need to embrace them whilst honouring that part of me that desires to roam unfettered by such prosaic matters. Living this is the liberating tension that the clarity and regeneration of a new year brings.
So, I take what this time offers: a vantage point, a moment.
Thank you, thank you for ‘reading me’ in 2012. Your visits – commented, liked or silent – mean a lot to me.
Best wishes and let us live by our own thrumming in 2013.
These images are from my daytrip from San Francisco to Yosemite.