January 1st is a morning like other mornings - but I put so much emphasis on starting fresh, a clean slate and new beginnings that I forget life has a tendency to flow. Not stop and start.
I don't feel like there is a clean slate this year, for some reason. I am unclear about where one moment begins and ends. Christmas seems like a dream, and as January moves on day-by-day I marvel at the passage of time, and my relationship to it.
The only way I have found to engage in timelessness is to honor the creative part of myself. To write, journal, paint or whatever! Only then am I part of the whole, connected. Otherwise I am only an observer - impatiently waiting for something to happen and wondering why it eludes me.
The most beautiful thing we can experience is the mysterious. Albert Einstein