It’s been a year of arting, housesitting gigs, writing, dancing and finding my footing. Amidst some big life and professional transitions, I hiked a section of the Colorado Trail, spent time camping in some of our National Parks, found a little work in Santa Barbara area, and finally made it to Burning Man.

In short, I’m “house free” and moved a lot of my things into a storage unit. I’m housesitting in the Boulder area and offering remote Reiki sessions. I invested in land in NM as a future home base. I plan to offer retreats there in time. I am forging new relationships with loved ones, healing as I go. I stay busy writing books that I hope to soon publish and share with others. There have been many tears and many riches in the art of finding my growing edges. I am learning soo much. Humbled. What and who I am becoming is a mystery—thrown into unknown territory. As challenging as it can be sometimes, I am really grateful and blessed by my journey. And, am sharing what I can in hopes it brings inspiration and hope to others. One little step at a time. All in divine timing, right? And, how I know that I am not alone—I am keenly aware of others’ struggles to make sense of the world and to stay healthy. This year’s wrap up has brought many to their knees and yet here we are/I am here —still standing—still engaged—taking stock.

There is richness in these short days if I allow myself to slow waaaaay down. Snow and cold impact my mood/my go go intensity. I often think of myself as a warm sunshiny loving lizard. Always thinking of the next hot springs dip or drive to the desert. So this time of year, I need a mental reframe, to bundle up, and to embrace this time of year. I remember how much I enjoy my annual practice of going within despite the hustle and bustle/chaos of the holiday season. To get quiet. Really quiet. And to write, paint, dream and prioritize self care—nightly sensual calming baths, a good book after a day of meaningful connections, writing, and/or moving my body. I value nourishing warm meals and a good nights sleep. The time I give myself to feel all the feels right now is a gift. I trust that.

And when I remember…I look up/pay attention as best I can to the night sky—to my bare feet on the Earth—to the four Sundays leading up to Christmas—to my tears. Life is damn hard at times and being open to change and new traditions is an act of faith and letting go. It is a time for me to honor the past and be present to whatever is living in my heart all the while thinking and dreaming future. A lot of healing is happening and a lot of muscle building capacity too in the midst of constant change. But I remind myself that growth is good—that it is important to feel the edge of comfort—to be alive. It is a lovely time of year to wrap myself up in a blanket of sweet tenderness/kindness. To rest. To reflect. Radical self care. Where in the world did the year go? How did I spend it? What stands out and what would I have done differently? What medicine do I carry? Where was the flow and where was the grow? What kind words can I offer myself daily? What beliefs are outdated and can go? And what mantras want to be said?

May you too feel the hope, peace, joy and love in living your best and authentic life. In the name of health and freedom, I try to reframe my challenges so I can stay connected to joy, and my truth. However you welcome this time of year, I invite you to consider the ways in which you listen to your intuition and look for the beauty.

Love,
Blair