January saw us on a far shore. It was fish and chips, sudden tides, and a long drive through mountains.
February brought a reminder of how dreams woven from other people's illusions only dissipate in the light.
March was a month of adventure. Sometimes we need to explore the geography of our soul.
April unfurled with beautiful storms. What are you like when the hurricane is coming?
June rained. We walked it barefoot in the white winds, the dark skies.
July, I deleted most of my pinterest boards and tethered myself to the golden rule.
August was for wandering and staying, as it always is.
September found me Deep in the Far Away. I didn't dive or fall into the mystery of it, I was pulled under.
October saw a dream come true. And we stood on a hill and watched the sun melt gold into a vast silver ocean.
November was deep down and dark forest.
December was like a deciduous tree, offering promises and shedding others that should have fallen long ago.
The year ended with all its memories and sad, beautiful, solemn, soaring moments nourishing the ground for next year. I am looking forward to what 2015 might bring. I learned in 2014 that you never really know what is possible until you open yourself to all the wild, rambling paths of the heart. And then, almost anything is possible.