“Never look for birds of this year in the nests of last year.” Cervantes
Maybe you know the feeling...a new year rolls around, you make perfunctory resolutions, have Champagne at midnight, eat collards (yum) and blackeyed peas (ugh) for luck and money and then go back to work or school or doing the piled up laundry on January 2. I don’t want to start the year with yet another check list of self improvements, lists and goals. “Lose weight...go to the gym...be creative...fall in love...write a book.” Instead, this year I hope for an inner makeover, more light, more depth, more questions, more quests. Maybe it’s unrealistic and I will just fall into the dailiness of life all over again--picking up the dry cleaning, taking a vacation or two, starting projects and abandoning them, taking life for granted. And sure, we all have to fall into the quotidian now and then, but I hope I will discover a bird of Paradise or two by looking for new nests in new trees with new eyes. I hope that for you, too.