at the cusp of the year

Today is that silent moment between the final exhale of 2007 and the first intake of breath of 2008.  New Year's Day is a suspended day, timeless, a set of hours for transition, reflection, anticipation.

If I were to assign a Tarot card to my life for the past year, it would surely be the Tower: great upheaval, profound destruction, deconstruction--a collapse of flimsy ego structures erected in vain to channel the flow of the universe...  A searing bolt of lightning, ripping the sky asunder, toppling stones, releasing heat.  A cracking of foundations, a tectonic shifting of paradigms, a breaching of defenses.  2007 was a year of violence.  Rich, meaty, spiritual violence.  My soul was flayed, eviscerated, set free...

The me of today is razor bright and clear when I think of the self I occupied a year ago.  The dawn of 2007 was dim.  Light scarce and fading.  Not until the end of April did I find my way out of winter.

So I peer out into the mist of 2008 with much curiosity and cautious hope.  I have indisputably left the safety of the Shire.  The road ahead leads certainly toward adventure and hidden treasures.  I am ready for the journey.

As is tradition on this potent day of transition, I consider my resolve for approaching the days ahead:

• It is my intention to surrender daily and deeply to that poetic mystery that flickers behind the eyes of the waking world--the sly, subtle wink of a higher power.


• It is my intention to delight in my body, to devote myself to its care and protection as the sensory vehicle of my journey.


• It is my intention to approach life with an attitude of gratitude and love, to honor my soul, my wisdom, and my heart, and to acknowledge fear while refusing to be governed by it


• It is my intention to accept life with wonder and reverence, myself, my foibles and flaws included.


• It is my intention to celebrate my phenomenal exterior life and my mythical interior life with words, images, music, sex, food, farts, hugs, and laughter.  Let nothing be unholy, let no moment be profane.


• It is my intention to undo latches, to keep company with curiosity, to ignore the posted rules.


• It is my intention to dwell in the poetry of eternity, the mystery of transience, the paradox of love.

To all of you in cyberspace who are the Eumenides and chorus to my sometimes-comedy/sometimes-tragedy of a life, thank you.  I wish you bright blessings, warm wishes, and slick, sticky kisses in all the right places all year long.

Have a marvelous 2008!

Passion, beauty, and love, folks--24 hours at a time...