My book group meets in the city today for an overnight. We used to travel to England together but now the years have us content to unite for an overnight. The bonding is so strong it is enough.
I think of connection this time of year. It is as though the months are beads that complete their circle in December. We touch those who matter to us, either in person, here, or with cards, or maybe just with the knowing that another year is passing, and each of us is given only so many.
I really hoped I would cohere a book this year, and I haven't, so I move the intention to 2016. It feels okay. I honor the growth that has occurred, the dissolution, acceptance, new growth. We do this over and over again. This morning I found myself with the circle I am. I am encircled, embraced. There is no up and down, only all around.
The sun hits the top branches of the redwood tree. Awake! The time is here. A bird flaps, then, soars in the sky. The sky looks still, though I feel the response. Connection inspires. Breath is a kite connecting you and me, in and out, earth and sky. May you pause to give and receive.
