At the end of this year I feel empty.
Empty of resolutions, words of the year, empty of big plans and intentions.
I’m allowing this emptiness to spread throughout my body and hollow out my ideas of how things should be.
Currently decluttering measuring devices of all kinds (rulers, comparisons, weighing scales, resentments & expectations, even the spirit level is in the bin) as my awareness collects in the bowl of my pelvis. Here an entire cosmos sits waiting to be enjoyed and lived.
The only wish I have is for more space,
To be an emptiness for life to fill.
New year emptiness
