The Sound of Return

A New Year New(s) Letter

Long nights expand more than just the dark. A relief for the shape of the day to go away, gifting an impression of night. A sculptor finding joy in the marble carved away. I gather these lunar jewels outside, gazing into starry skies, and inside gazing into storied eyes.

There is a lightness to space, many trees left in simple grace, elegantly pointing starward, unencumbered by their usual weight. The environment has gone to ground, huddled close to our mother core – with all the work of growth and harvest frozen still. I love the clarity of the cold dark, revealed by the warmth of beating hearts and the light of sound.

Listening to the space between, I am carried away by the sway of winter winds. Sharpened senses take me deeper into all there ever was, a me on the inside, listening. Listening to the song of sensations and the wisdom of celebrations. Gathering tides and rising bodies, together over a hearty meal. Listening to laughter, both holding immersive joy, and hiding the pain of bypassed feeling. The reeling of the expanding dark. The opportunity to transform.

It is good to be back here, with you, typing words at the turn of the year, in the shadow of the sun, with a warm drink, smelling of spices. We are looking forward to a year, more here, with the written word. Thank you for staying. Thank you for reading.