Of all the pictures I took on the Amalfi Coast recently, this is one of my favorites. With all the brilliant colors, the azure blue skies that touch and float on the cobalt blue sea, the yellow and orange of citrus blooming everywhere, the multicolored tile work, even the pinks and corals and greens of houses that hugged the cliffs, here stood an artist, facing his canvas, just beginning his creation. I loved the promise of it. I loved the moment of it. I appreciated the monochromatic juxtaposition of his being there.
An almost blank canvas. Barely the signs of his rough first sketch.
Like our new year. A tabula rasa.
So we’re a couple days into it. Have you taken some time to gather your paints, stretch your canvas, compost your vision, get your bearings, feel your joy and start to paint? Perhaps tenaciously at first? Knowing where it is, roughly, that you want to be when you’ve completed this particular work?
We have 364 some sunrises and sparkling nights before us, 52 weeks of possibility and promise, 12 months, each unique in flavor, and four seasons that will cycle through us. What a gift. How many hours do we have?
I’m ready to stretch out into the light of the new year.
I’m so happy to have you along. I’ve hoped to create a joyful place of beauty and encouragement here; of peace and fun, and a reminder of how full our lives are, even if our nests are, for the most part, empty. Empty can be a very good thing because it opens up space for new.
Paying attention is my spiritual practice. Sharing it here with you is my canvas. I had no idea how fulfilling this creative adventure would be when I embarked and I thank you so much for reading and sharing and appreciating life along with me. You make the journey worthwhile.
Happy New Year! Can’t wait to see what you create, how you grow and what you enjoy this year!