I fully intended not to make any New Year's Resolutions this year. It was hardly an emphatic protest; it was more of an accident that I decided after awhile to agree with. You see, the year completely snuck up on me, hanging out there as it was right after Christmas. And then when I had done nothing to honor it save an after-work snuggle and a virgin bubbly on the couch as the clock quickly struck midnight, I realized just how softly and un-honored 2012 had already begun. In the back of my mind, pomp and introspection were dancing about amid broken cars and broken pipes and carpool lines and grocery lists. And there they stayed, a little nagging and flitting. And there they turned into a nagging and flitting thought that perhaps New Years Resolutions might be a tad overrated, or at least only for those poor souls who lacked daily resolution.
But in the end, despite that I really do find myself with more peace in my days and hours than I have in many years (maybe ever), I succumbed to the glitter of a Resolution. It is completely ripped off from a friend (or perhaps two) whose conversations about it I have heard only obliquely. Is this their resolution? Or is just a joke of a possible resolution? Or a life goal? I don't know. But here is my less-ayurvedic version:
Put my bare feet on the earth once a day.
That's it. Just naked feet planted solidly on some sort of naked ground. For five seconds, or less, or more. In the night, in the morning, in the middle of the day. In rain, in cold, in heat. It appealed to me largely because of its simplicity, concreteness, and creativity.
And what I am expecting? Health? Maybe a little. But mostly surprises. A still moment, or at least a moment when I am whisked away from what is to be expected, from what I have come to expect of myself and life. A surprise for someone else. A surprise for me. A breath of fresh air to blow the stink off. All that. And so much more.
But in the end, despite that I really do find myself with more peace in my days and hours than I have in many years (maybe ever), I succumbed to the glitter of a Resolution. It is completely ripped off from a friend (or perhaps two) whose conversations about it I have heard only obliquely. Is this their resolution? Or is just a joke of a possible resolution? Or a life goal? I don't know. But here is my less-ayurvedic version:
Put my bare feet on the earth once a day.
That's it. Just naked feet planted solidly on some sort of naked ground. For five seconds, or less, or more. In the night, in the morning, in the middle of the day. In rain, in cold, in heat. It appealed to me largely because of its simplicity, concreteness, and creativity.
And what I am expecting? Health? Maybe a little. But mostly surprises. A still moment, or at least a moment when I am whisked away from what is to be expected, from what I have come to expect of myself and life. A surprise for someone else. A surprise for me. A breath of fresh air to blow the stink off. All that. And so much more.
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