New Year’s Eve. Revelry accompanied by hopeful resolutions.
When I was a kid, we always put a cabbage on the table overnight, with silver coins. This apparently ensured that we would have both food and money for the coming year. At midnight, we all went out in the street in our pajamas with every pot and pan from the kitchen and made as much noise as we could.
Although my routine now might actually still include the cabbage, more important to me is the clarifying of intentions. These are broad intentions, not the oft-recommended specific goal-setting resolutions.
They boil down to just a few areas.
Take care of my physical self: Eat well, run/walk, rest.
Allow my creative self: Write. Sew. Ink. Draw. Wherever it goes.
Be my loving self: Nurture relationships. Nurture community. Stand by my compassion for others and the earth.
Enjoy life: Be with loved ones. Hike. Read more books just for fun. Kayak. Explore. Watch the stars and the birds. Unrushed coffee actually sitting down at the local cafe. Like that.
I usually pick a word for the year, too. This year, I’ve picked three:
Wonder. Love. Joy.
How about you?
earth sky air 
Three great words. I hope 2019 is a bountiful year for you.
I picked joy. That’s what I am aiming for.