New years begin with the month of my birth, though my birthday falls on the far edge (the 31st). Not a clean slate. No, I'm not one of those folks who see the year as a clean slate upon which we pen our fresh starts (or repeat mistakes).
However, the shift in calendar years does arrive with the energy of renewal. I see buds arching their curled green shoots into a barely visible space above the ground that is my inner foundation. Yes, this begins soon outdoors, but I'm speaking of the seeds I planted within my heart and soul during 2013. They, too, needed a winter chill and a bit of hibernation time before showing their promise of fruit, their place in a foundation for what each day now holds.
Looking forward to what might unfold in my writing life, family, home and music. Welcome 2014!