I started my year in 2015 with a full plate. The year before was an over-the-top year! Work was magnified by a commute, a huge need for written curriculum and generous consulting opportunities. Major family issues added to the mix...all leaving me gasping for air. I entered the year needing space...needing a focus on me. From this space my word for the year emerged and with that emergence it has morphed as the year continued. On January 1 the word I chose was "Me". I wanted...I needed a focus on me. I needed to find that place where I existed outside of the confines of all that was being asked of me.
As the year continued my word changed from "Me" to "Spaciousness". I began to create white space in my life. Space that was mine. Like an empty plate that welcomed food but not one overwhelmed with mounds of mindless choices, I chose to focus on the container which was the base. The plate of me created white space. I chose the portions and the tastings of my life in a way that allowed for me to emerge. The stuff of my life was chosen and placed on my container with focus on the white space that existed between each choice. An intention on spaciousness served me well.
Then this summer my word morphed again. Living within the confines of spaciousness created desire to live my life more fully. More vulnerably. More lively. My word changed from "Spaciousness" to "Open-hearted". My heart became open to me and was opening to others in ways that I hadn't realized was closed. I found love. I found heart break. I found an aliveness that comes from risking for love. For me. For another.
And now, with an open heart this year is coming to a close. I started my year with a full plate and am ending it in the very same way. This year was an over-the-top year once again. Work, which taps my creativity and my desire to give back, continues to demand my best. Family illness has taken a toll. But somehow, I am different. I have morphed from needing to claim me, to needing to create space for me, to living in the world with an open-heart. Open to me and open to the circumstances that I encounter with a desire to respond to those circumstances with compassion and clarity. Open to the possibilities to love and be loved. Open to finding love in the eyes of a child, the eyes of a friend, the eyes of a stranger, the eyes of self, the eyes of a lover. A me year. A spacious year. An open-hearted year. A very good year indeed!
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