Proof of Life
Just like this little daffodil is the blossoming of a bulb’s longing for expression, our longings themselves are the proof of the life our hearts already know is possible.
My word for 2021
This year, instead of intentions, I’ve decided to choose a word that sums up the energy I’d like to tap into as I go forward into 2021.
Darkest Night
Today’s winter solstice feels particularly ripe for reflection and even more of a new year than 1 January does, especially after a year that has itself felt like a kind of solstice, a deep pause.
Of things unknown and longed for still
When I was young, I dreamt I could fly too. I soared high above mountains and through valleys. I wasn’t a bird in my dreams. I was me, flying.