Another new year and opportunity to wipe the slate clean,
to (re)create a new YOU, a new US, a new Now -
a renewed way of bee~ing in the world.
YES! I'll take it.
I am enthusiastically exhausted after days spent cleaning up the past,
preparing for what is to come and then running off to the high desert to ring
in 2013 under a star-studded sky where patches of snow dotted the terrain
and rock-outcroppings cut a dramatic swath.
Liberty Advance was chock-full of people for its annual new year's eve party
but, still, I remained desiring quiet, so I took what I needed
and gave very little away. I am enjoying this shift.
That eastern land is a magical space very near and dear to my heart.
The animal medicine I experience there has been profound.
Years ago, I moved with a mountain lion - keeping myself at a safe distance from its creeping prowl,
I stalked it as it danced and played in the knee-high grass under both a setting, full moon as well as a rising sun on an autumn equinox morning. Then, just this past August, I brought "the Anchor" up with me for an overnight getaway and, upon our departure, we witnessed a Hawk lifting up from the dirt road with a snake firmly held in its talons. We both gasped upon seeing it. "QUETZALCOATL!" I sang.
Last night, as Bee and I strolled along the ambling path, the still night was punctured by the howls of Coyotes. Wild dogs, one of them had an iconic bark that ended with what sounded like a horse nay. "They make themselves sound like they are a larger pack than they actually are," Bee shared. "Smart," I thought. This morning, as I wandered in solitude, I reveled in the abundance of cougar paw prints, pockmarking the trails they had hardened in the mud. Feeling the indentations with my own fingertips, I imagined the power of the Puma flowing through me.
NOW is the TIME.
2013.
Welcome.
