I am here with you at the threshold, where one door closes and another door opens.
But I am not looking forward yet, not pushing ahead. I am gazing back at the direction I've traveled in the last 13 moons, and marveling at the rainbow threads which led me here.
Tonight I am giving thanks for all the seasons of 2024 and the growth they tended. Starting the year, my deepest prayer was to expand in my truest self expression and to anchor stability, groundedness, and trust in my medicine.
I am, once again, astounded by Life.
I am, once again, surprised by my own astoundedness.
I am, once again, humbled and grateful to be here, alive in human form.
Orienting to the next threshold, standing at this crossroads of past and future, tonight all I have are thank yous.
I don't have any words or intentions yet for 2025, but I channeled what I'm feeling into a tattoo montage and inked it on my skin.
Say hello to Rex and the thunderbolt-stars. May I figure out just WTF this means in the 13 moons to come.
And to you, beloved reader, a deep bow as we meet at the crossroads. If you're going this way, too, let's walk together awhile.
Happy New Year, my friend.
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