2010
2009 felt like a year of immense change, and while 2010 had more external changes happen in it for me, it was like they weren't my doing because of course that's what follows the first (e)motion. In a bathtub, pulling the plug is such a small movement, and yet it's no surprise that all the water drains out following that one exertion of will. And so 2010 was the water down the drain. No more corporate job. No more city living. No more putting off plans and dreams of farming. Paring down. Moving out. Learning. So much learning.
One of my favorite memories of 2010 is of that yoga class at the farm and what it moved changed in my throat. It made it so I could talk. There are no words to describe the contentment satisfaction joy of that.
All the people I met in 2010 make me smile. It was a good year for meeting people. Twitterers, farmers, ave, housemates, dancers. Love to them all. Friends and acquaintances now.
It was a good year for all things new. Or maybe it was a good year for trying new things. Both. It was a year for openness and fluidity. It was a good year.
One of my favorite memories of 2010 is of that yoga class at the farm and what it moved changed in my throat. It made it so I could talk. There are no words to describe the contentment satisfaction joy of that.
All the people I met in 2010 make me smile. It was a good year for meeting people. Twitterers, farmers, ave, housemates, dancers. Love to them all. Friends and acquaintances now.
It was a good year for all things new. Or maybe it was a good year for trying new things. Both. It was a year for openness and fluidity. It was a good year.