Writing mode

We are gearing up for a new year. We are Starting New Projects, tackling old problems, and beginning a new chapter.

We have stocked up on sunshine, we have roamed, we have introduced baby cousins to blackberries and said goodbye to a  close friend.

And now, we turn our heads.

I feel the urge to burrow.

This time of year contains a lot of promise and intentions. 

With promise comes fear, fear of messing up and a misplaced determination to perfect my life. These beautiful words inspired me and put me in my place tonight. 

It is to be broken. It is to be

torn open. It is not to be
reached and come to rest in
ever. I turn against you,
I break from you, I turn to you.
We hurt, and are hurt,
and have each other for healing.
It is healing. It is never whole.

-Wendell Berry