Welcome to 2016. Every.
Single. Thing. is changed. Where I was sure
of the route I am finding myself uncertain.
Where I was clear on the method I find myself unprepared. Is there a map for this? As I'm winding my way within the breath of
the winter season, the sultry squirrels chatter in a new voice and the delicate
canyon wren floats beneath a sky of a different color. If I'm patient and quiet there is a whisper of
encouragement in the cold air. We'll
find ways to be inspired again. Motivated
again. Let's at least think for a minute
that we can end each day with gratitude and wake up within the optimistic
embrace of this New Year.
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