Come in! Come in!

Previously posted on TinyLetter

Oh, friends:

I wish I had something witty, charming, or alarmingly wise to give you tonight. You know, as a way to usher in a whole new year together. Instead, I am lost in the thought of how this year has felt like another blur. A blur filled with equal parts magical and grand alongside sour and straight-up sad. It’s in this mix that I still feel like I am floating – rather than walking – into the new year. As someone who is usually bursting with words to throw at the void of a blank slate, perhaps part of me knows there is a collective pain still humming beneath it all. 

So, without getting too dreary, I give you Shel Silverstein. One of my favorite little poems to read to Declan, titled “Invitation.”

“If you are a dreamer, come in
If you are a dreamer, a wisher, a liar
A hoper a pray-er, a magic-bean-buyer
If you’re a pretender, come sit by my fire
For we have some flax golden tales to spin
Come in! Come in!”

It seems silly but I think I am going to pretend these are the words whispered to me from 2022 – a bagful of all the ways you and I can (and will) show up – by fire; by a friend; on a call; on a couch; across a table; over a meal; or even alone – over the course of a year. Let’s do it well, friends.

Come in! Come in! 

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Join me in doing the 30-day yoga journey with Yoga with Adriene! I’ll need someone to push me past day 21, much like last year. I did feel like a million dollars for those 21 days, though.
 

Namaste & Chocolate Chip Cookies
xo b