Image by flickr user ~BostonBill~
_I guess I am still being a bit of a New Year's rebel. Instead of fixing my life, I find myself really wanting to savor it.
Give up the striving. Stop the need to be smaller, smarter, softer (in all the right places), firmer (in all the others), faster.. stop needing to be anything other than what I am right now. Do we ever sit still long enough to find out who this person is? Without squinting with digust and slapping a label of "Before" on our current image of self, while knee-deep in the striving toward the image of "After"?
My word for 2012 may be Yes, but a lot of those Yeses need a counter-balancing No.
Image adapted by me from the original by Mike Fischer (click image for source).
This year my chosen word is Yes, and I expect I shall be writing about it frequently. Yes encompasses, for me, the words Receive, Open, Fearless, Freedom and Courage. It also takes under its wing my previous Words of the Year, Self-Love and Surrender.
It is a natural progression. It is big and bold. It is an affirmation of life itself.
YES!
The magickal power of words is.. well.. kind of my forté. Being a word shamaness who likes to teach people how to tell their soul stories and who seems to have found my personal “home” in my
Style Statement (
Sacred Sensual), I understand the power of a word to drive your life in the direction you want.
For the past two years I have chosen a word to encapsulate what quality or intention I wanted to experience and invite in during that year. Each year Goddess Leonie’s
Creating Your Goddess Year Planner has had a section devoted to your annual word, but I first got the idea from Christine Kane over
on her blog. (Last year she also featured a
free nifty download to help you find your word, and I highly recommend it.)
In the midst of trying to select my
Word for the Year, I had it whittled down to two, but only one was courting me. I say “courting” because I was inexplicably drawn to it, found it so totally appealing, but I was also feeling it wasn’t the right word, which is ironic since the word was
Authenticity. It was a little like a flirtation with a bad boy while my soul mate stood behind me, waiting patiently for me to decide. And I just love the word
Authenticity. It’s a trait I very much appreciate in others, and that I very much seek for myself. It was bandied about quite a bit while I was reading
Style Statement. It comes up with a vengeance in my life, that one sexy word.
