For last year's words belong to last year's language
And next year's words await another voice.
And to make an end is to make a beginning.
We are coming to the close of 2015 and welcoming in the beginning of 2016. I have started the year for many years now by choosing a word to serve as a guide and light my path as I enter into the next year. Below are words that have chosen me since 2010.
2015 Word—Me to Spaciousness to Open-hearted (I spoke about how my word morphed over the course of last year. To read more about this click here.
My word of the year for this year is really a continuation of the morphing of 2015. As I close 2015, I am in a place of open-heartedness. This place comes with both heartbreak and joy. Both of which have made my heart more tender and have made me realize the gifts around me in a myriad of ways. Yesterday a friend showed me a video of a new baby hearing her mom's voice and sweetly smiling. With an open heart I could view that video and feel overwhelming joy. This happens all of the time. An overwhelming of gratitude that comes with an open heart. As I listen to the gospel choir at church on Christmas Eve. As I say goodbye to a dear friend. As I see my son choose health. As I am surprised with a gift given by my daughter. Moments in life have become alive as I experience them with openness.
I am bringing that openness to 2016 with my new word. I have known for about a month that this will be my word going into the next year. It is actually the next morph of open-heartedness. My word for 2016 is HAPPINESS. And I want to make that word a verb in some ways--an action. I have framed my word in this way...I am running toward happiness. Actually, I am sprinting toward happiness. David Whyte in his poem "The TrueLove" names for me what the jaunt toward happiness is. It is a lovely poem--one (probably the only one) that I wish I actually wrote. It names my journey as of late in a way that I wish I would have named myself. I am running toward happiness. And “finally after all of this struggle and all of these years, I don’t want to the struggle anymore. I want to live and I want to love and I will walk (run/sprint) across any territory and any darkness however fluid and however dangerous to take the one hand I know belongs in mine.” Please see the entire poem here.
That one hand that belongs in mine presents itself to me in a variety of ways. It is the hand of the one who loves me. The hand of my child. The hand of my God. My hand as I become more of who I am meant to be and grow in self-love. The hand of open-heartedness. The hand of authenticity. The hand of love.
This year I run toward happiness--sprint actually. Running toward the hand that is rightfully mine. Running towards the hand that belongs in mine.
Happy 2016! May this new year bring each of us to a place of belonging.