To a new year of becoming —

Some hours, some days, some seasons, some years, some dreams, some breaths — I don’t know who I am. And some I do. As time births newness in my heart, effortlessly turning all its silent understandings into truth, a new year unfolds. 

Time almost always has the same message for us. Let go. Just let go and trust. Everything is in its right place and you are exactly where you need to be. Let go. Let go. 

To a new year of becoming — may you unfold sweetly in the direction of growth. May your becoming be a revolution.