I am not so big on resolutions
I tend to choose a word for the year.
This year my word is rhythm.
a daily rhythm, weekly rhythm, seasonal rhythm, yearly rhythm.
I am finding joy and a sense of contentedness
in the repeating rhythms of my life.
I will be halfway through my fifties this year....
There's something peaceful about seeing a daffodil bloom for the fifty-fifth time,
watching a field slowly fill with snow,
hearing the sound of a robin in the branches outside my window...
sweeping my kitchen floor as the sun sets every evening
the rhythm of a simple spirit