New

I feel it now, the door opening.

Today I'm sitting in a coffee shop with my daughter, Christmas carols play over the speaker.
She is finishing her school work and I am surrounded by latte I never order, my notebook of plans, and a book we're reading together waits in my bag.

I am so happy.

I have no plans. I have a thousand plans.

I'll write each day
I'll walk each day
I'll take time to be in nature.
I'll not do just the to dos.
I'll try the new,
I'll take time.
I'll do more than catch up.
I'll plan my garden.
I'll spend an afternoon and dig and move plants.
I'll be in touch with friends.
I'll be with friends.
I'll travel.
I'll cook and bake.
I'll live for a month in Paris, in Boston, in London.
I'll eat from markets and cafes.
I'll spend time by the sea in a cottage and will walk along the beach every day. September would be fine.
I'll spend time by the lake listening to the loons.
I'll take music history classes.
I'll learn sign language.
I won't learn sign language.
I'll speak French better.
I'll preserve and share my father's photos.
I'll take my daughters on trips. Art retreats. Overseas. Overnights.

I'll drive in a convertible with my husband along the California coast.

I'll knit.

I'll read. 

"Open you the east door and let the new year in!"