Live like a mighty river

Happy New Year! It’s an arbitrary fresh start. And, hey, I’m all for it.

On Wednesday, after a 30 minute run dropped my phone battery from 85% to 12% my husband said we should buy me a new phone. And of course I didn’t argue. So I got the new 6s which is bigger and has taken some getting used to, but the screen size is nice when I’m playing on it

Last night we rang in the new year with drinks and pizza and a really terrible horror movie called ‘Deadly Friend’ and then we watched 80s videos into the morning, pausing for a few minutes to make sure we kissed our way into the new year.

I don’t really feel like looking back too much into 2015, it was a decent year with the glaring exception of my mom’s cancer diagnosis. That basically shaped a lot of everything in 2015. But she is currently doing pretty well and I spent a lot of time with her and have plans to spend even more in the coming year. And I’ll never stop praying for a miracle or being grateful for every day I get with her. (That was more than I even wanted to say about the whole thing, but there it is.)

I haven’t come up with any real goals for 2016. I just want to be more present and more whole. I want to connect more with people. More time with friends and family, more travel, more living with intention.

Last night, my best friend linked to Ted Hughes’ letter to his (and Sylvia Path’s) son Nicholas, which ended as follows:

And that’s how we measure out our real respect for people—by the degree of feeling they can register, the voltage of life they can carry and tolerate—and enjoy. End of sermon. As Buddha says: live like a mighty river. And as the old Greeks said: live as though all your ancestors were living again through you.

And so that, my friends, is my intention for 2016. To live like a mighty river.