Tuesday, December 31, 2013
I love New Year's Eve and New Year's Day.
Even though my celebration has changed dramatically over the years (this year, I am spending this evening either carting my older daughter and her rock band to a gig, or staying home and wringing my hands while Coop does the carting), I love the ceremony attached to wrapping up the old and beginning the new. I love doing silly symbolic things to commemorate the ending of this hard year-- it was a hard year --and the passage into the next one: full of hope and promise and memories yet to be made.
I don't make resolutions any more, but I try to set my intentions for the year. This year, I am doing a juice cleanse over New Year's Eve and New Year's Day to symbolize my intention to continue to eat healthier and (even) more raw foods. To be mindful of how I treat my body, and to celebrate all it can do, rather than its limitations.
I'm thinking about doing a yoga practice for the hour spanning both years. Because I know with full certainty that whatever 2014 holds of me, it will hold a LOT of yoga. Hopefully a deepening of my practice of all of the eight limbs of yoga, as well as a large dose of the asana (physical) practice.
And I'm writing this blog post, because I hope that 2014 will signal my return to writing --real writing. I want to write my story, in hopes that it might help someone else stuck in the inexpressible misery of chronic pain.
I guess that's it: Health/Nourishment, Yoga, Writing.
And love. May I have the opportunity and strength to sow it wherever I travel.
Happy New Year.