I’m moving into a new year with a spacious heart. My 2016 gratitude haiku is still relevant to me.
Here are a few of my favorite memories and take-aways from this past year:
- I wrote and sent out a newsletter for 18 weeks in a row, 26 in total. My consistent efforts created closer connections with many of you. And it was a personal win to stay committed to writing for so many weeks.
- I fell off the horse and got back on a number of times, metaphorically. And many of you showed up for me during the times I wasn’t riding all that skillfully. This year was a big year of team efforts and deep remembering of our inherent connection to each other and something greater than us – that Great Mystery.
- We found the real deal Moon Mountain, went under-contract and struggled with securing financing. Changing closing dates meant we moved out of the tiny house and left summer farm camp just a wee too soon. 6 weeks of couch surfing meant impromptu Chicago visit. Which meant saying goodbye to beloved Busia. Hands down the biggest gift of the whole year.
100 years spent so very well. Even though I know you'd say, "I just did what I had to do." You were one of the Greats, and it's true – it just won't be the same without you. May we continue your legacy through our own strength & hard work, our devotion to family & our love for all, our honesty & thriftiness, our light humor & quick wit, and through our practice of gratitude & humility – all of the things you taught us by example. What more can we say but "thank you." || heading home after saying goodbye to a very special lady. As a family, we truly are blessed beyond belief. #gurugrandma #RIP
Late September we moved into our home sweet farmhouse. We’ve called this place Moon Mountain years before it was ever an actual place. It’s more enchanting and otherworldly than we could have envisioned. It feels safe and exciting to have found ourselves a slice of something special. A place to retreat, to regenerate, to reunite and to heal. We enter 2017 with a clear vision, open to observe and listen. To love, protect and share this 28-acre mountain sanctuary is an intention very much alive in our hearts.
Many of you followed along during our time experimenting as farmers. Adventures in tiny house living showed us how living with less can be more fulfilling. The season of planting and growing and working together at summer farm camp is one that will shape me for many years to come. Now here are a couple last experiences that shaped me in this final season of the year:
- I officiated my first marriage ceremony in early October and it was a definite highlight. My buddy Murf got married to the absolute kindest, loveliest of souls. I got to guide all the guests inward and remind us all of the richness that awaits us when we allow our attention to settle on a singular point in the presence. Take away: Be here now & feel the love that surrounds you.
- Finally, most recent news is that we got pregnant right after we closed on the property. Life was overflowing. What lay ahead gave us great heights of happiness, and we were feeling deep gratitude for all of the abundance. Then we miscarried. The scales shifted as they do. Reading this poem daily became a ritual for us healing.
Then a woman said, “speak to us of Joy
And he answered:
Your joy is your sorrow unmasked.
And the selfsame well from which your
laughter rises was oftentimes filled with your
And how else can it be?
The deeper that sorrow carves into your
being, the more joy you can contain.
Is not the cup that holds your wine the very
cup that was burned in the potter’s oven?
And is not the lute that soothe’s your
spririt, the very wood that was hollowed
out with knives?
When you are joyous, look deep into
your heart and you shall find it is only that
which has given you sorrow that is giving
When you are sorrowful look again in
your heart, and you shall see that in truth
you are weeping for that which has been
Some of you say, ” Joy is greather than
sorrow,” and others say, “Nay, sorrow is
But I say unto you, they are inseparable,
Together they come, and when one sits
alone with you at your board, remember
that the other is alseep upon your bed.
Verily you are suspended like scales, be-
tween your sorrow and your joy.
Only when you are empty are you at
standstill and balanced.
When the treasure-keeper lifts you up to
weigh his gold and silver, needs must
your joy or your sorrow rise or fall.
from The Prophet by Khalil Gibran
Take away: My joys and sorrows shape me. Also, I am naturally drawn to poetry, since I was a child, and it seems to support my healing (stay awake to this observation and offer it more energy).
The biggest take-away from the past year is how much strength a loving, high vibrating, plugged-in community is to my personal healing & development. The sister/brotherhood is strong and I’m deeply grateful for your presence on the path with me.
Thanks so much for holding space for me to honor the highlights of 2016, and for envisioning what taking action would look like for even one person who may be suffering, including ourselves.
The vision is bright my friends, and keeps revealing itself as we watch and listen. I am planning for a future, remembering that nothing is ever certain. My biggest priority is still the same: to be here now the best I can with an open heart mind. I enjoy exploring the vastness and depths of what it is to be a living thing and diving deeper as curiosity and wonder lead me. At times, maybe you’ll travel with me.
Wishing us all well with the final blessing below:
May we all engage in a daily practice that promotes peace within ourselves / May our peace drop into the ocean of everyone’s peace and effect it / May we move forward together with clear vision and hopeful hearts / May we remember that peace is possible / And so it is.