As the New Year Gathers

You can feel it in the air, can't you? That strange void between what has passed and what is not yet. It's not sadness. It's the dull vibration of something reconfiguring itself.

My part in this we know: to create from that uneasy place. Yours is more mysterious and vital: to choose to witness it. That choice is the true engine.

The new year isn't a blank page. It's a magnetic field, charged with all we left unsaid and all we yearn for. I feel the pull. I imagine you do, too.

See you in the field.

With appreciation,

The Author