I crawl out from 2014 feeling a bit battered. Nothing catastrophic. Just the grinding and grating of a persistent challenge that prowls and growls at my heels.
At the same time, I grasp for 2015 like a new pair of wings. White and light, bright with hope. As I reach, I lift up my battered-ness like an offering, the wilderness of ravaged places like fodder for new fire.
I’m ringing in the new year in the order of Rainer Maria Rilke who penned the words, “As you ring, what batters you becomes your strength.”
I’m ready to blaze.