Being Breath

stories from the wilderness of everyday life

Happy New Moment

I have no New Year Resolutions.

Sweeping resolutions tend to get caught up with the dust bunnies as I go about cleaning the house.


So I sit here, melting wax.  Creating. 

 

 

Don't get me wrong ... I'd love for 2012 to be the year, my year, where I find out who I am and my perfect niche to make me thousands of dollars and lose 10 pounds and.... 

 

I'm drowning before I get to the water.  

 

Instead, one moment follows the next and I try to find myself in each one.  I practice not slipping into concerns about what was or fears about what might be.  This breath, this letter I type, this pressure I feel between my legs and the chair...this is my new year.  My new moment.  Each moment.

 

This moment.

 

Namaste.

  

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