Happy New Year to my most amazing and wonderful friends here on WordPress and within blogland. So many of if you feel like family to me. The years we have shared together here and on your blogs are both memorable and precious.
Time is brief for writing these days but that doesn’t change the sense of connection I feel from our conversations and mutual support. We are such a beautiful community here that I long to continue to grow with you and experience our life journeys as we have: side by side.
Even if I haven’t frequently visited your blog in 2024 as much as I would have liked to, know that I’m still thinking of you. In my heart, you have each made an impression. That impression does not ever disappear.
My very best wishes for a healthy, happy, and prosperous New Year 2025! May you all thrive this year and beyond!
This is a personal update. We just found out last night that we have to redo all the plumbing pipes in our 90 year old home we bought 2 years ago. This comes after non-stop flooding challenges that were related to the actual water and runoff problems from living in an area that is not used to rain, and getting atmospheric rivers and an abundance of water last season. That resulted in having to dig up and fix, in certain places reroute, the water flow from the existing French drains. The same year, this one, our dishwasher malfunctioned and created more water damage in our kitchen which led to the discovery of leaded countertops which led to a kitchen remodel, which is now halfway done.
Then, two days ago the toilet started bubbling.
This one year alone, 2024, has by far and wide been the most challenging of all years. There have been so many personal problems beyond these listed that are still so very private and multi factorial spanning multiple family members. It’s been a year of untold sorrow.
Yet there is still so much hope for an end to this non-stop saga of extreme adaptation.
Or, maybe the adaptation is the only key here. If there be no end, building resilience as far as I see it, is the only way. It’s the only way to move through it. That might not look entirely graceful, but sometimes the key is survival IS thrival.
Maybe that’s why I decided to join this challenge with NanoPoblano—but not really; I’ve had so many challenges that challenges and “getting out of the comfort zone” talk just sounds like BS to me. Not that any cheer peppers take that type of tone. They are a uniquely sincere bunch, living the best they can—not a lot of talk about living out of the comfort zone. Maybe they are working on it, too: still trying to create a comfort zone that never quite existed.
I choose to join OTHERS. I’m not alone. I know that life has been truly traumatizing for so many, mental health conditions are on the rise, and extreme weather and political unknowns have people on edge.
Here’s the thing though:
We are gonna get through this. All of it. Will we be a smidge wiser: YES.
Pause.
This is that fancy time of year when people are all getting together with their families to celebrate the holidays. I will get the gift of having my father come to visit for 2 weeks. That will require adaptation. However, I am so looking forward to seeing him and sharing this Thanksgiving holiday for the first time in so many years. He’s not really a big celebrator. He’s from the school of hard knocks and that’s also how I’m here.
Life is short. Having a roof over my head, sharing love, and knowing that I live in a sanitary environment with my family is good enough for me. Each day has been coming with its surprises. I’m grateful we caught this collapsing old pipes problem now before we had a bigger catastrophe. Sure it’s still a very costly problem, but at least it’s not worse.
That’s all I can say about everything that’s not great: at least it’s not worse. And for the first time, those words are more reassuring and comforting to me than any time they came before (or from someone’s else’s mouth).
The chaos before the clarity, the dusking before the dawning. But I don’t like it!
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I suggest we don’t blame our hearts. I suggest we make peace with ourselves from the start.
I suggest we honor what’s thriving within us.
We turn our attention to our own dominion.
We strive for inner balance and communion.
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The greatest defiance now is to fixate on, and to promote hope. While also maintaining the awareness of scope. What we believe matters, if not our energy will indeed fall a-scatter.
To see with clear eyes and to cling to what is right, loyal, true and what matters.
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Keep your pulse on what makes you able to continue…get up, go on,
decide to thrive!
I didn’t plan on ending with such intensity. The muse took me here. The poem dissolved at times, too. The guidance for me is clear. I honor the muse and muses which helped me get 30 poems in/out this month—one poem per day.
Now there’s a processing moment, maybe many moments. Too soon to tell.
Write your hearts out. Write from you as you. No matter what you have to say, you are expressing in your own way. A poem is a kind vessel. The gentlest gift to give oneself. I am grateful for the ability to lift my own weight to share my heart, and all the further magick that shifts me into a new being, as I explore through my journey with life, while sharing the inspirations along the way.
I cannot believe I made it this far! I thought I would sputter out at 3 poems in and then be spotty the whole way through. The heavy lifting really started to come for me at the last 5 day mark. I think the prospects of actually accomplishing my goal without a whole lot of struggle was blowing my mind too much, so that part of me that needed to raise its own new bar, came in and faced some fears and moved through them. Life is like that. It’s really about unlocking new levels. Tomorrow is my last day for daily poems. I have mixed feelings about that, but I’m running with it, accepting the mixed feelings and being kind to myself.
Mercury stations direct again today. Aries sparks continue to fly. April has been a whirlwind. May you enjoy your birthdays ahead, and your springtime joys! Have some fun for me, too! 😆
Big thank you all for your encouragement. This is the last weekend of the challenge, and each one of you have contributed to my ability to pull through! 😍. I love you all more than you probably know. 🤗⭐️🌌 Earth 🌍 Day. 💕 Spread Love
*this poem is dedicated to a mother of a friend who had suddenly recently passed away during our recently solar eclipse, she was unwell, but had bounced back before. This is a deeply spiritual woman who has left a legacy of love.
Fiesta Estrellas 
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