Meditations on the Coming of the New Year
Here's what I do:
I breathe deep. I close the windows, open my heart, and appeal to my reason. I lift my arms, palms outward in a gesture of protection and refuge, pulling warm energy up through the earth and into my core. I exhale. I feel the energy pushing through me and out into the world in an ever-expanding sphere the color of the setting sun. The layers of frustration and unfullfiled longing burn off my frame and fade into the landscape. I inhale, leeching pain from those closest to me and from the environment around me. I exhale, pushing concentric spheres of healing and strength further than the furthest reaches of my imagination. I inhale, accepting criticism and accusation. Inhaling a bit deeper I forgive all and apologize for every hurt my existence has inevitably engendered. I exhale, pushing out from myself slowly, like a glassblower working a vase, like a globe of light in the fog, in the dark. I push out a little further, a single note striving to harmonize with the limitless multitudes of human experience. I pause.
I breathe in and out. I mix the music of the spheres over big beats and bass lines flowing like the rivers of eternity. I reach through human history and into our limitless futures, pulling strength and positivity into the present and onto our potential. I dance. I cry. I laugh. I shiver. I buzz with the expansion of the universe. I wipe the slate clean and offer it up to your mind's eye. I focus and push forward. I love you. I promise. I look to the horizon and smile.