Here we are. A new year. Another marker of the passage of time. So, taking stock of some of my 2013 high/low lights:
I experienced complete and utter presence in the moment repeatedly while learning how to handle birds of prey. I also began to understand how much more I have to learn.
I sat silently with my husband on a cliff in South Cumberland State Park and listened to the wind blowing through the pine trees, experiencing the simple joy of knowing that the wind, the trees, the rocks, my husband, and I were all connected in that moment.
I listened to a troubled friend with an open heart and felt their pain with empathy and without judgment. More frequently, I fell back to my old habit of listening, judging, and trying to fix.
I spent an afternoon visiting with my bestie that was so relaxing, we both fell asleep and napped. There was a time in my life when I would have thought that was a bad thing, but sleep is the ultimate vulnerability. To be with someone and feel so calm and so at ease that I can sleep in her presence now seems like an amazing gift.
I stopped in places I had never seen while on a road trip with Tisen. I paused in my constant push to get somewhere faster to stop and see what was a few miles from the highway, discovering bison, quiet fishing lakes, and a historical village.
I took a walk through a historic plaza in the middle of Madrid on a sunny day in February and feasted on local fare at a tiny restaurant with 6 tables, served with the warmth of family by the couple who owned the place. I experienced food made with love and hospitality.
I deepened my knowledge and appreciation of photography, pushing myself to a place where I feel comfortable that I know what I don’t know and I know what I want to work on next. What I appreciate the most is that it truly is all about the journey–there’s a new discovery every time I look through the lens.
I lost sight of some of the things that are of the greatest importance to my health and well-being. I injured my back in the spring and stopped rowing and riding, only to re-injure my back when I started again weeks later. I haven’t been on my bike in months. Eating has become something that happens when someone hands me food or I’m so hungry I feel nauseous. I not eating well and I am not eating enough. I also stopped finding time to meditate. All of this has added up to sleepless nights, frenetic energy, anxiety, and physical discomfort.
So, I guess I know what my goals for 2014 are: more moments fully experienced. Less time trying to do more. More time recharging myself. I guess that means it’s time to stop writing and go to bed.