First, a few of my favorite photos of 2010:
Word for 2011:
More than once, you who visit often have heard me say, "I'm a mystic." My definition of mystic is one whose spirituality is defined by her relationship with the Beloved.
I'm no Hafiz...nor Rumi. My words may never be so profound nor poetic. The Beloved only wants me. Just as I am. Authentically, whole-heartedly me. (Thanks, Brené.)
For New Year's Eve, I had planned to spend time with my beloved chosen family having a celebratory meal. However, my beloved SO was bedridden with the crud (so much so that I really didn't want to be in the same room breathing the same air). Instead, the Beloved and I spent time hanging out--getting reacquainted. You see, the Beloved wants me to know that I am beloved, too.
No doubt, I will be seeing the Beloved everywhere this year...including in myself...and you.
Glorious! Just glorious.