I love to choose a word and symbol for each year, a statement that sums up my intent. My word for 2016 is Mastery and my symbol is a sword. Man oh man, lucky we did not know of the mastery that would be required to navigate this year. It is and has been a dozer. It is sometimes difficult to see the gifts peeking behind the edges of challenge yet I assure you they are there. After we dive deeply into the well of grief, we emerge rubbing out eyes into a wonderland of embodied peace, true neutrality, and luscious freedom. We find ourselves sovereign, no longer knocked to and fro with each passing circumstance. We no longer are puppets to the behaviors of others, no longer caught in the chaos of world events. We look in the mirror and it is as though we see our true self for the first time, greeting ourself with tears of joy and recognition, remembering our star orgins. We throw rose petals over our own heads in wonder, astonished by our own magnificence.
remembering the joy of being
