21.

Sunday was my 21st birthday.

A new year:

To be okay with the smallness of me in the vastness of life.

To stop trying so hard to understand, and just accept the mysteries of God, the mysteries of life.

To be open, willing, ready.

To be present and awake.

To feel, to ache, to burden,

And yet relax, laugh, dance silly, take heart.

And for Peace.

A new year for

Barefeet, tea, ferns and flowers.

Big sweaters, jean cut offs.

Joy overwhelming.

Hammocks, dirt roads winding,

Roaming about.

Whimsy and free.