I could see it before I could feel it. The blades of grass were dancing in such a way that I had to blink and then remind myself that no hallucinogens had been willingly consumed for breakfast. But they did it again, a kind of hopping and bending over each other, a pause. A dazzling bright green. The trees took up the cue and then I felt a cool pressure on my cheek, like a Grandmotherly reassurance of, "There, there, all will be well." The breeze seemed to be everywhere all at once and yet without a specific direction of destination. And it was soundless. I felt the hairs rise on my forearms but not from fear but rather recognition. These were the winds of change surrounding me. After what has been a challenging year and one filled with great sadness and hatred in the world, I closed my eyes, flooded with relief at their arrival. Let them blow. I hope to push them on to you. Open and up we go.
And so it is a New Year.
I welcome it and I am sending out to you and yours my deepest wishes that it be wonderful, full of wonder, wonderful.
With much Love from Provence,