Six days, almost a week, into the new year and I am really feeling the newness. Not a big resolver, as keeping resolutions has never been a strong point—I break them before I even start them. But, magically, astrologically, heaven-sently this year seems so much different from years prior. Perhaps it is my Saturn return, perhaps my destiny. Whatever the cause, I praise the alignment, the swerve of my path, the length of my journey, and I praise my purpose.
I took a huge leap off a cliff the other day (seriously); baggage in tow. It hit the ground before I did. Yay gravity! I never hit the ground at all. Instead my Earth Angel caught me in flight, and for a while we free-fell together... free-fell in love—again. Then the parachute of life released itself and we landed safely on solid ground. Back where we belong.
Last year was rough and humbling and inspiring and necessary, and painful; almost regretful at times. Yet, here I stand—six days, almost a week into 2011—stronger and evermore resilient. Magic? Astrology? God (yours or mine)? I endured. I always do. No longer wondering why or how, just honoring the Divine for parachutes, long journeys, and gravity. New year, no baggage, pocket full of gratitude, a perfect soul mate, loving parents, adorable baby sister, and the best damn village in the world.
I am so blessed; humbled by the perfection in the order of the Universe.
