The new year invites us to ask,
Where are we going?
Where are coming from?
And this year,
As I stood on that bridge in between the new year and the old
I cast a glance over my shoulder
And looked back.
Tears streamed down my face
So much has happened
So much has changed
It was a year of falling down and getting up again
Looking at mountains that seemed too big to ever climb
And trying
It was a year of running into other people
Of getting mad
Or getting hurt
And then trying to make things better
Trying to make things work
Trying to figure things out.
And as I look back I see sometimes they did work
And that I did make it part way up that insurmountable climb
Even though I fell trying
More than once
To celebrate the New Year I danced
And for me this dance became a statement
I am here
I want to be here
Even though I fall down
I want to be here
And as I look back
I gather the precious treasures from the year
And the gems I find are subtle shifts in my body and voice
Clarity in sound
More integrity in my spine
They say,
I am here
I want to be here.
subtle shifts.
hard to see.
They change everything.