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There have been so many e-mails in my in-box at the beginning of this year. Some proclaiming the virtues of new year's resolutions. Others admonishing me not to venture into the realm of goal setting.  On new year's eve, I sat by the fireside, pen and paper in hand, and allowed myself to be still, soft, surrendered to the moment. Inviting the Mystery in. 2017, how do I dance with you? The Knowing arose, soft but clear. Insistent. 'Allow yourself space. Aside from your desires, your projects, your ideas and creations, there is a deeper force at work in your life. A path that you choose last summer that asked of you, even demanded of you, that you let go of so much that you knew as 'you' is still unfolding. It lies at the root of the fabric of your reality, your understanding and experience of Self. Its flowering will allow a richness and fullness in your life that you have as yet never tasted. Never Been. Give yourself space. To allow. To be. Don't push. Be still.' I breathe into that. Allow myself to be gentle with that. To be gentle with me. Beginnings are tender times. At least they are for me. When the shape of a thing has yet to show itself. And simultaneously, when I expand my awareness, 2017 as a sentient alive force has unequivocally declared itself. Its magic weaving so brilliantly into a reality creation that is … easy, effortless, gracious. Beyond the struggle and strife, the turmoil and chaos of world politics, of pain and suffering so eloquently visible on the world stage, there is a song that invites into a different possibility. An orchestra of infinity, showing us the exquisiteness of communion. Life caresses each cell with love, whispering: 'You Are my love. You simply Are. Love. God. Life.' 
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