New

Ms. Caley Riley momentarily stopped shedding.
The white detached clouds of hair swirled out of the back of my car as Caley bounded out into her first deep snow. It was new, this cold rush of fluff. Ms. Riley thrust her head straight into a snow bank and snorted. She pulled back her head, eyes sparkling, nose dusted in crystals, and just smiled that knowing smile. Then she dove into the bank, ate a mouthful of snow, and rolled in the fluffy powder like kids do, making a doggie angel. She was in her element.

A new year always makes me reflect upon the path that I am living. It is suppose to. Culturally, this is the time to amend life, repair and patch missing or non functioning bits. Awareness, an inventory, a setting of my compass to true North again.

I am making no promises, no resolutions this year.
I want to be more like Ms. Riley, and just snort the new in.
I will just Be this year.