Inspiration, New Year intentions, Wisdom

A Different Take on NY Resolutions

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Sunday share has to be about the new year, right?

To have or not to have new year’s resolutions. That is the question.


I found a few articles about the new year (some may be behind a paywall).

“Only 8% of people stick with them (resolutions) the entire year.”- Psychology Today.

I’m in the 92% area, like most of you.

However, I make general writing goals, so I can finish manuscripts. Regarding other areas, what works better for me is to pick one word for the year.

My word for this year is NOURISH. Feeding my body, mind, and spirit, as well as others, is the guiding word for my year.

I can manage 24 hours, and afterward, I feel more accomplished.

The 13th Century poet Rumi gives us an example with his poem:

The Guest House

This being human is a guest house.

Every morning a new arrival.

A joy, a depression, a meanness,

some momentary awareness comes

as an unexpected visitor.

Welcome and entertain them all!

Even if they are a crowd of sorrows,

who violently sweep your house

empty of its furniture,

still, treat each guest honorably.

He may be clearing you out

for some new delight.

The dark thought, the shame, the malice.

Meet them at the door laughing and invite them in.

Be grateful for whatever comes.

Because each has been sent

as a guide from beyond.

Good things will come this year, as well as bad. Hold your intention close and use it for guidance and insight. Do you have a word or phrase to live by this year? Or are you in that 8%?

poetry, Self Care

Self Love – Poem

Breeze - by Lettuce1
Breeze – by Lettuce1


The morning breeze has secrets to tell you

don’t go back to sleep. ~ Rumi


There is something about the very early morning hours of a new day. A portal into the unconscious. I awoke at 3 a.m. and listened to the pre-dawn sounds: a whispering early morning breeze, the house settling, swaying branches.

Thoughts spilled out onto a nearby notepad.


Self Love 


Unearth your soul

buried under layers of debris

called rejection, abandonment,



Dig deep

excavate with care

around a fragile treasure,

yours to be found.


Keep going

brush away the dirt

until the glow

from your soul appears.


Lift gently,

bring your essence forth,

cradle you

in warm hands.


Hold close,

a luminous life force,

resplendent and 

uniquely yours.


Breathe deep,

promise yourself

never to ever

bury yourself again.©


What secrets do the morning breeze bring to you?