Sitting in my kitchen, for better or worse in my desert home. Outside a half moon evaporates behind another sandstorm who forces her way across the Arabian desert only to dissipate into the Persian Gulf. Been nursing a cold for two days and waiting for a sign to kick-start my new year. Resolutions and life changes are piling up under old habits and same-old-ways. I mentally pull them out each day and get them ready for presentation.
The days are filled with a hopefulness I haven’t felt in a while. Crawling my way out from under the weight of the world to find my place to be happy. Trying to find a way to make small choices that will reconnect me to the earth and the gifts she has given me throughout my life.