Happy New Year

I do love this time of year – the tendency of reviewing the past and planning ahead allows my obsessive compulsive organizational nature to explore ideas, which then feeds my creative spirit as I look ahead to what might come, what opportunities I may have to create if I can just get organized. Of course it’s very cyclical and I do have a tendency to stall and subvert my plans because the undertaking is always harder than the planning, but still I must try and catch hold of that hope and hold it fast, forgetting not all the blessings that come in the process of experiencing life as it comes, messy and wonderful. It just may be perverted that I have this voice in my head that tells me it isn’t perfect until it’s neat and organized and automatic, when really what I love the most is the mess and jumble of it all – that’s where the most stunning contrast and shocking beauty can be found.

While I am writing (and sniffling and tearing from this cold which also allowed me the emotional freedom to rest and explore and eat donuts without guilt) I am reveling in Erik Satie “Trois Gymnopedies” and drinking a sweet warm coffee. I found that delicious music while following short little blog trail from TaraReedDesignsBlog.com to RebeccaShapiroArt.com to YouTube. And Tara’s blog post from today has me thinking in themes….I may want to choose this as my theme music for this year. A themed verb for the year is proving a little more difficult – so hard to choose just one. Create would work, but it seems off the mark a little bit…maybe “express” or “experience” would work best for me this year. I think I’ll make an executive decision and make it TWO verbs, because express and experience seem to be the breathing in and out of life, flip sides of the same coin – take life in (under the umbrella of grace) and let love and art flow out.  Yeah. That’s the ticket. ;)

Since I started writing, we have put 1/3 of the folded laundry away, lounged on the couch and giggled and laughed about gross things like fly guts and what comes out the other end of a dog, ate more donuts, drank more coffee, and have moved on to streaming Joey and Rory through our living room sound system. Life is good.