The one tradition I insist on is going for a walk on New Year’s Day. A storm blew through in the night and the day looked dicey but we persevered.
The trail was soggy, and we couldn’t complete the loop thanks to a washout, but it felt so good to be out.
The rivers are swollen with rain, rushing down to the ocean. The forest smells are rich and earthy and moisture drips off every branch.
When the water meets a barrier it goes around, over, under. It diverts its energy but continues on its journey.
Nature always grounds me, always brings me to a lesson I need.
The path ahead may be soggy, and slippery, and occassionally blocked… but it always feels better to get moving on it and to find the way.
And so I start my New Year in the best way I know… I get outside and I find my path.
Rocks, Waves, Beach 
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