I spent yesterday reading hundreds and hundreds of birthday wishes, humbled by the incredible connections and friendships I have with so many of you that I’ve met only through my books or this blog. I’m also a little grateful I don’t have to sign a thousand Christmas cards or buy stuff for thousands of y’all. But what I can give, I will. I hope that is, in part, my presence in some form on your artistic journey this coming year: it’s the least I can do in exchange for your presence on mine. Thank you for that. But, believing there’s good in putting it out there, a little like lighting a candle in the vast velvet darkness, here is my wish for you, and for all of us, this coming year.
Let it be a year free not from fearful things but a year of courage and the strength lean to into it and breathe deep when it seems to be suffocating. May we all be people that give courage to others; we need courage and grace now more than ever, lest fear win in our hearts and rob us of who we are and all we can be.
Let it be a year of intentional living and an end to wishing for things that could be within our grasp if we just had the will and strength to risk it and reach our hands a little further. Let it be the year we learn to find joy in the grasping and the reaching for those better things, even when they remain just beyond reach.
Let it be a year of beauty in unexpected places.
Let it be a year of love extended and reciprocated. And when it’s not reciprocated, may we have hearts that aren’t so hungry that we can’t still extend that love.
Let it be a year of forgiveness and mercy and the joy that comes from loosing old chains.
Let it be a year of inspiration created and not merely waited for.
Let it be the year we open the wine we’ve been saving for a special occasion, and the wisdom to know that any day can be special when we open that wine – metaphorically or otherwise.
Let it be a year when the loss of daily life brings us to honest tears but never to our knees; may you never give up.
Let it be a year of beautiful light and finding joy and mystery in the shadows.
Let it be a year of renewed curiosity. There is so much to see and experience in this life. May your days be full to busting.
Let it be a year with more friends and less Facebook. More loving and less liking. More long walks and mad love-making. More art and less artifice.
Let it be a year of compassion. To others. To this planet. To future generations. To the creatures with whom we share this blue world. And to do this, may we learn to extend that compassion to ourselves.
And let it be a year of joy in seeing the world and the moments around us, knowing that the brevity of life makes those moments all the more precious. We have this brief, astonishing, beautiful, life, let it be full and honest. May you look back with gratitude and forward with hope, and live right here, in this moment, with both.
Happy New Year, my friends.
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