Goodness

I’m gliding very slowly into 2022, pausing in the timelessness of a new year began and a past year ended. I love these days, these weeks even, when there isn’t a mark on time. Even when I attempt to keep it this way as we descend deeper into the cold winter months, life picks up speed and before I know it, I’m squarely in a new year whether I like it or not.

The old days of resolutions and grand plans. The witness of those I know and don’t know setting intentions to take certain steps forward. This year, in this time, I want to be still. There is nothing I can conjure up that would satisfy an urge for more. In many ways, I want less. Less content, less productivity, less debate, less self-focus, less complication.

Underneath the stillness is a heartbreak with which the spirit of new year cheer doesn’t mix well. I am lucky, I am more content than ever before, and I am more heartbroken just the same. Through my eyes, I watch humanity burn itself to the ground at a speed not much slower than the fires that rocketed through our sweet section of Colorado two days ago. Man-made or divinely made, I see little difference.

Amongst the incredible open hearts of those present to catch those that lost everything, just as many hardened ones filled social media to turn offering help into another reason for disconnection. An opportunity for the purity of humanity to emerge upended by the noise of ignorance and separation. When will we see that we’re all in the same boat headed to the very same place?

If there is anything I dare to dream for 2022, it is that each person’s individual word of manifestation and reclamation is the same - goodness. What more could any of us really need by way of growth than to become as good as we possibly can be? This is how we each get what we think we want (and so much more!) while making it our priority that others reap the benefit of sharing in such goodness.