What does the New Year feel like?
The New Year is moving. Thoughtful movement. Deliberate and decisive. Unhurried. Stretching. Walking. Breathing. Movement warms me, inspires me, fills me with unapologetic power and hope.
And when I stop … when I’m still … a return to the rhythm of breath centers me – solid and strong. The rise and fall of my breath is my new rhythm.
What does the New Year taste like?
Crisp. Fresh from a garden. 2016 tastes like clear, clean, cold water. Minty. Nut crunchy and heart healthy. Warm.
What does the New Year smell like?
2016 smells a little spicy. Like the snap of cinnamon and the tickle of ginger. A dash of citrus. The New Year smells soapy clean.
What does the New Year sound like?
It sounds like cooking in the kitchen, laughter in the backyard, and the steady lake -lap ripple on the shore. The New Year sounds like the sparkle of hand-held light on the 4th of July, the whisp of a turned page, and the heavy breath of a runner.
What does the New Year look like?
A stack of nested mixing bowls. A made bed and folded laundry. I see the New Year by candle light, by fire light, by the sun’s rise and set. I’ll look for the New Year through the lens of my camera on weekdays and holidays and happy days and gray days.
The New Year challenges me to look at my everyday choices as I travel down familiar paths and pushes me to take a turn around brand-new corners.
The New Year would love me to learn.