The new year brings millions of resolutions, publicly scrawled on Facebook; scribbled on post-its, to be laid at the feet of our altars, lit match to paper, sending thin, corkscrew smoke as some secret call to the universe; or perhaps squirreled away in the depths of our own minds, hidden like a secret lust.
This is the time of renewal and intention.
So today on this new, fresh day of beginnings and endings, I resolve to take advice from those with whom I share space. They’ve taught me that despite the brokenness of this world, it is still tragically beautiful; that living life in the moment is paramount, because this moment is really all we have; to eat the good stuff first (or perhaps, eat ONLY the good stuff); that toys are meant for playing; to recklessly create and share, because that’s what your art is for (and art comes in many forms); that we are perfect in our imperfection; and to be loudly opinionated, but listen for others. From this council of nine, I’ve learned that despite our differences, we are a flock and every member matters. When one of us departs, whether for an hour or an eternity, that individual is missed and mourned. We are all part of a greater whole, and together we flourish.
Thank you for being part of The Laughing Parrots flock and journeying with us through this wild and ravishing world.
5 Replies to “2019”
Ah, so beautiful…writing is surely one of your talents!
Thank you Chayne!
Once again, beautiful post. Happy New Year, my BFF.
Thank you, Lisa, my BFF! Happy New Year to you as well!
After reading this I was hopeful to read your though from January 2020. You’re a hopeful writer.
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