Suddenly it’s New Year’s Eve. How did that happen? Where do the days go? It has become an informal tradition of ours around the turning of the year to do a little dreaming, allow desire to bubble up from our hearts. We take up pen and paper and write down—in a completely unedited fashion—all the things we’d love to do in the coming year. (Part of this is fueled by cabin fever—it’s been cold in Colorado and we’ve been trapped inside for the past ten weeks. Island vacations are calling.) It’s good for the heart to do some dreaming; it pulls you out of the rut, lifts your eyes to the horizon. Hope follows, like children running to the song of the ice cream truck. Desire awakens hope, and hope is really good for the soul.

 

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