Five days until the new year begins. Just another day, but still in my heart the dawn will shine bright and this year will be but a whisper in time.
We will be starting a new tradition this year. At Pat and Rodney’s house, after Pat and I make a delicious celebratory dinner and before we sing karaoke until the new year, we will write on slips of paper. Write. Each bad happening. Each disappointment. Each bad habit we want to change. One by one they will slip into the roaring fire of New Year’s Eve and dissipate. Then we will write each thing we want to manifest. Send it the universe in a prayer of smoke. A symbolic resolution.
I will be glad to see 2016’s hopeful face.
And for the next few days leading up to the New Year I will lead you through an exercise. Not necessarily writing down that you promise to go to the gym six days a week and drink green smoothies for the entire year but really big things. We are all going to manifest what we want. Document. Detail. Release what we need to release. Heal broken hearts. And start whirling into motion exactly what we want.
Doug and I bought a calendar last night. Of baby goats. Let the manifesting begin. Start thinking about what you are ready to release and manifest. It’s going to be a good year.