It's that time of year.

I'm looking back. I'm looking forward. I'm trying to figure out how it is that I am where I am.

I've been quiet.

There's so much to process...to try to make sense of...to understand. It's been long. It's been complicated. It's been one wildly unexpected emotional ride.

There's been joy and sorrow....and a return back to joy. There's been laughter. There have been too many tears. There have been sleepless nights...and hopeful dawns. There's been darkness...and there's always been light.

The days are short. The nights are long. Spring has turned to summer and fall. And now - it's winter again.

The cycles continue. The seasons change. Life does goes on.

I'm needing to close this year's practice as I began. With presence. With possibility. With hope. With love.

Slowly - I breathe in. Even slower - I breathe out.

I'm not sure how it is that I've arrived here. And - yet - here it is that I am.