It’s been a long month - this first one of this new decade and year.
It’s been complicated.
It’s been empty…and it’s been over-full.
It’s been a month of abundant joy…and a month of fears and tears.

One long exhale. I release the old. I let it go.
One longer inhale. I invite all that’s new.
Breathe.

I’m reminded - I must.
Return and begin.
Again.
This practice awaits. Always.
It grounds. It centers.
It tells of all that’s good and all that’s precious.
It reminds me to believe and trust.

I’d quite forgotten.
About grace.
About the beauty and elegance of these winter swans.

To that - and in this second month of this new decade and year.
I return and begin.
Again.