my own new year

confession # 1: I see so many photos from other bloggers of the beautiful places that surround them-coastlines and snow capped mountains and towering pines and deep greens and sometimes don't feel that the flat and brown of texas is very picturesque. I compare.

But the truth is, I love this place. I think it's beautiful-even in the brown of winter.



confession # 2: I also love the idea of creating intentions at meaningful times-like new years eve or like Jamie's full moon dreamboards.

But the truth is, my natural rhythms just don't work that way.


intentions

Which is how I felt called to my favorite park at lunchtime on friday, with the idea of writing my intentions for the upcoming year on leaves and sending them down the trinity river. This time of contemplation has given me time to realize that one very important way to set my intentions for my new year was to accept that I needed to do it my way.

Each year, I am unfold more and more as MYSELF.

And of course, I have come to learn that my way always includes some comedy.

So there I was above the trinity and dropped my first leaf. Except it landed on the bank. The bank was steep and muddy but it was important to me that I got the leaves into the water. So I very slowly headed down to get the leaf and put it into the flow of water.


proof that I almost bit it

And slipped on mud and just about landed in the trinity myself. Try explaining that one to the coworkers.

But I managed to get all my leaves in the water and clamber back up the bank.


messages of love

Oh so many times before I would have taken this as some sign from the universe that I suck. Am I the only that has done that?

But it doesn't make sense because it would mean that there is some force out there that is somehow conspiring against me and when I really think about it, I don't see how that can be true.

My core knows that I am who I am for a reason. And therefor, there can be nothing 'out there' trying to discourage my honest expressions.

Which means I almost ended up in a river in december because I'd decided to climb down an eroded, steep, muddy bank in cons...lol. Ah well...lesson learned.

And because I believe that ultimately, we are supported for who we are...I decided to celebrate my new year further by leaving little messages of love. I like to think that they were found by those who needed them...