New Years Eve 2010

My wife and I have a tradition on new years eve of getting out some large sheets of drawing paper after dinner and start the creative process. Water colors, cray-pas, pastels, pen & ink. Tonight we have five friends over to ring in this next year and each one is engrossed in their respective unique expression of creativity. There is a fire burning in the fireplace in our large dining room as we sit around the table and music is playing in the living room. The vibe is decidedly chill.

I love ending one year this way and beginning the next with so much awareness. The other thing we like to do is to put on paper our intent for the coming year. We check in with what we created during the past year and how it felt and what we might change or elaborate on. Maybe it's career based, maybe health orientated, maybe family focused...and we will actually write the words or draw in a picture what it is we what to mainfest during the new year. Without fail every year whatever we have intended has on some level come to be. Hard to believe I know but true. Meg & I for the past eight years have done this...we've forgone the parties, avoided too much alcohol, stayed at home and dreamt together what we want our new year to feel like. What a magical way to say Bon Voyage to another year.

So this year I want to live each moment as if it is the last...with so much gratitude and awareness of how precious Life is. In the midst of whatever it is I am so engrossed in, I vow to appreciate that I am here...on this earth but for a blink of the eye. At the end of this ride I want to smile and know I lived it completely.

2011. Yeah, bring it on. May yours be filled with an abundance of all good things.

Comments

Rosemart said…

I so felt like I was right there with you on New Years Eve :) How fun! Great way to go into the New Year!

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