The new year doesn’t feel happy to me and that’s okay. It feels somber and quiet and interior. It feels how it looks outside right now... the air heavy with the promise of rain— strange this time of year, but everything is strange so it fits— the thick fog settling the into crevices between mountains, grey and monotone. It’s some kind of calm before the storm. I continue to appreciate the respite and the opportunity to descend into the fertile darkness. The light will return and so will happiness and joy. For now though, I’m content in the mist of unknowing and being. A blessed marking of newness within and without to All. PS- I intend to take advantage of this time of interior quiet and dark nourishment to host a death meditation and sound bath in the very near future so stand by if you’re interested in embarking on this journey with me!