There’s a reason resolution is one letter away from revolution.
Resolve is determined, settled, rigid – sometimes harsh or violent.
There are times when what needs to be put right needs to be done so absolutely.
Overturned. Upended. Rejected. Left behind.
Now. I quit. Never again. An alcoholic gives up drinking; a couple dissolves a marriage in divorce, a back turns on a toxic friendship; a worker severs from a bad employment. The door closes firmly. The past is past. Done. Over.
Or the reverse:
An Aha moment. Amazing grace. Rebirth. An Embrace. A vow forever. What begins takes on a life. An immigrant roots into a new home. A child is born. An idea manifests. There's no going back.
But often change is subtler, gentler, more gradual. It’s the direction of the journey, not the boundaries of the road that determine our movement forward.
As I grow older, often the changes I make are of this quieter, more wandering kind. I seek what I am drawn to, step by slow step. But I also know understand the foibles of good intentions—and while I certainly have not paved any roads to hell lately, I have wandered off once desired paths, detoured into other more presently interesting territories.
On this first day of January 2015, I look back at 2014 and see that I wavered in my writing but renewed interest and joy in physical being -- yoga, swimming, movement study, spirituality.
I read, but did not record reading reactions. One intention is to change that in 2015.
I would like return to cultivating written thought. And explore the original multiple intentions of this blog – rather than what it seemed to evolve into – a book blog.
I also wish to foster the following themes:
- Less is more.
- Grace is given.
- Joy abounds.