For last year’s words belong to last year’s language / And next year’s words await another voice.
You have your brush, you have your colours, you paint the paradise, then in you go.
Let us begin anew, let us move forward emancipated and unencumbered – in grace, in gratitude, with a sense of joyful expectation and exhilaration. It is time to look ahead to what is yet to be, to what we will become, to all that is promised. The future is blazing brightly before us. Let us throw our hands up in the hair – no clenching allowed – and boldly leap into it
The universe is poised to deliver all that we have yearned for: The unspoken wishes you have kept sequestered within your soul, afraid to give voice to, as if doing so would curse it with a hex. The secret dreams lying flaccid in clouds of bloated nothingness that hope to be born. The revelations awaiting the glistening of your acceptance so that you might be inspired to segue from a-ha to ta-daa. The insights that bubble up, sizzling and frothy, longing to captivate. Yes, all is ready now. Best of all, you are ready.
You are well-prepared for the moment before you. You have always known it was coming, though you often doubted it. You were afraid to believe, afraid to be wrong, afraid to trust. But trust you must. You have already skipped across fields of indecision to land upright upon planes of potentiality. You must have faith in the vision and in the times ahead. You must be courageous enough to dream, and to dream big, for you dwell in the realm of emergence where all things are possible. You are anchored, firmly rooted. Allow the flowers to snake up from the soles of your feet straight up through your crown.
What a blessing it is to be on the planet now. From fiery filaments of being to coagulated flesh, bone, blood and thought, you are here. Now.
I am fully prepared to emerge as a new creature. I am ready for my change. I am ready for the moment.