Shhh, dear reader. Let’s whisper.
Let’s lower our voices.
Because this is the in-between time.
It’s in-between Christmas and New Years.
It’s in-between gift-giving and a brand new start.
It’s in-between the old and stagnant–and the unknown.
2019 jiggles in our imagination like a wobbly sprout.
2019 says, “Here is your opportunity to be, do, create something you’ve never before imagined!”
2018 laughs scornfully at the naiveté of 2019, sure of the power of a new year to dash us against rocks, to keep us in the same place, to keep us bewildered and confused in the face of newness.
Who should we believe?
The old face of 2018 or the brand-new spanking baby face of 2019?
A wise woman once said something similar to this: Look realistically at who and what you are right now, in this wild & precious December moment. But don’t quit dreaming, either. January will push you out of the birth canal. January will send your toboggan sliding down the snowy hill. January just might find that space where you’re birthing from the chrysalis of your cocoon and send you tumbling into undreamed newness.
We’re in the in-between world now, dear reader. In that place where fear and courage possibly meet and sing forward.
I am looking at all of us. May we embrace ourselves–just as we are–and may we take baby steps into new possibilities. And for those of us who run wildly forward and jump in the frozen lake–the rest of are watching your bravery with eyes wide open. We’re still cautiously courting 2019 asking for what seems to be the impossible, but our eyes carry prayers of hope whispering, “Please, please…” before remembering, and humbly invoking, “Thank you, thank you…”
Please share your gratitude, your unknowing, your hopes. We’re all watching each other bloom into the next unknown moment. With awe, dear reader, with awe that we’ve made it so far, that we keep standing steadily back on our feet after each new stumble.