Here we are: a new month and a new year. Today is grey and drizzly in Salt Lake City. It doesn't feel like an auspicious start to a new year, it just feels like winter. I saw a post on IG from sacred.origins that resonated with me, about how Life doesn't get reborn in January. January is winter. It is a time of darkness and quiet as nature regenerates and everything rests. Life is reborn in the spring "when light returns, soil warms, and life actually emerges." In that sense, it seems more reasonable to celebrate the spring equinox as the start of the new year. This makes so much sense to me. During these winter months of January and February, I just feel like nesting, sort of hibernating. So even though the calendar has changed and a new year has begun, I will take these next couple of months to rest and focus within myself and my home and prepare for the lightness and joy of spring.
I'm a little hibernating bear.
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My aunt Mary passed away on Tuesday. She was the last of my dad's siblings. We moved her to a memory care facility in Arizona in December 2023, and she did not thrive there. My dad was the first of the four to pass, then my uncle Dewey passed in July 2023 followed quickly by my aunt Bettie in September 2023. I think when Mary realized she was alone, she lost her will to go on, bit by bit, and she was sort of wasting away there, even though I know she had good care and the place she lived was nice. My cousin and his kids live nearby and they went to visit her, but she didn't have her dog and she wasn't at home and her siblings were gone. I feel sad that she's gone, and I feel hopeful that her spirit can now find peace.
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MT is home for the weekend. Last night, he and I watched five episodes of The West Wing, gave each other a kiss at midnight, and went to bed. Big times at our house! T went to a family party with his friend Jordyn and spent the night at her house. Today MT is watching backpacking videos on YouTube and putting together a puzzle. I am planning to write in my journal and eat snacks and have a chill day.
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Lizzie and I did a fun thing. Again, I got the idea from Instagram, and it was to write 12 wishes for the new year, 12 things that I wish for myself. My 12 wishes ranged from the number of books I want to read in 2026, to particular fitness goals, to creative challenges. The wishes were written on strips of paper and folded up. I put mine in a pretty wooden bowl, then starting on the night of the winter solstice, I picked one folded up wish and without opening it, I burned it. I burned one wish every night until last night, new year's eve, there were just two wishes remaining. Choosing which wish to burn last night was the most difficult of the 12 days! This morning I opened up the last wish, and this is my responsibility for the year. This is the wish the fates or whatever have chosen for me our of the 12 wishes I wrote down.
I wish to have the foresight to have protein and fiber with every meal.
Certainly it doesn't mean that I won't work on some of the other wishes I wrote down. Of course I'm going to set a reading goal for myself, but maybe it will be lower than the number I wrote on the wish slip. Of course I'm going to spend time working on my fitness goals and creativity, but the ONE BIG THING will be to have protein and fiber with every meal. And trust me, it will be challenging because I haven't really thought that way about food. I'm excited about this!
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One more thing to share today. At the start of the year, I pick a Word to be my guide and my mantra, I guess, for the year. Sometimes choosing a Word is hard to do. Last year I changed my Word three times because I found that the Word I'd chosen wasn't serving me and my needs. This year's Word came to me quickly and easily, and brought a couple of supporting words with it. My Word for 2026 is
SAVOR
supported by Intentional and Deliberate
Usually I think of savor as something to do with food, but it can also be about finding joy and pleasure in a moment, or in a beautiful piece of music or a well-told story. I think of savoring as slowing down to soak in the appreciation of something, which is where intentional and deliberate come in. I feel like this is the right time in my life to slow down and fully appreciate all the things. I know the things won't always be good, and that's okay because there needs to be balance.
I am feeling sort of mystical today. (heehee)
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Okay, that's all! I've got some writing to do, and I'll throw in some drawing, too. Happy, happy new year to anyone reading this. I wish you all the joy and delight you can stand this year.
xo





