Last year, and many others in the past...
I've made plans or resolutions. I've heard others use the word intentions, which feels a bit more accurate for me.
Also, in the past, I've chosen specific words to focus on.
2011's word was create and while I did do a lot of 'creating'...two things are for sure, I wish I had done even more and I pretty much forgot about the whole thing by February! I kept on creating though, past February and through the year because that's what I do.
Life isn't about finding yourself. Life is about creating yourself. -George Bernard Shaw
Maybe Life is about stumbling on to yourself! That seems to be more my style.
Usually, I end up forgetting all about these things a few months, or a few weeks into the year.
This year I'm choosing to do none of that. After all, it's another year, in a long string of years that has and will make up my life. I will embrace my love of the New Year = fresh start feelings. I will focus on those feelings for as long as I do, then I'll move on.
A young man I know and a friend of his have discovered the art of continuing. And really it's very simple, just tape on another piece of
paper and go on with your drawing. I believe they call this practice "continuing art".
I love that these first graders have unknowingly come up with such meaningful metaphor for this time of year, for life in general. Make some additions, some adjustments and carry on.
This is a very good thing to remember.
Frankly, I was delighted to witness some continuing art being made (if only for a moment) by this young man. Several papers were taped together and he was busy adding more to his story. I was told that his friend had continued his drawn story up his bedroom wall and on to the ceiling! Later, I was sent the two photos above showing his continuing art posted near the ceiling of his own bedroom.
I look at these drawings and wonder what their stories are. They hold the imaginative thoughts of a young boy. They supply inspiration to those that see them.I think some stories don't have to have an end. Some stories can continue on & on &on...
Here's wishing your story continues in 2012.
May you embrace many, many moments.
Things are getting ready
out of sight.
Stars and moths.
And rinds slanting around fruit.
But not yet.
One tree is black.
One window is yellow as butter.
A woman leans down to catch a child
who has run into her arms
Apples sweeten in the dark.