“New year, new me… new goals set for 2023!” The 1st goal is checked by the fact that I have enough air within my lungs to breathe.

I am here! I make peace with the fact that 2023 is already looking up for me.

I’ve already had my vision board mapped out and told myself that “all of 2023, i’m gonna live comfortably.” I deserve it!

New goals set for 2023 and they all align with my purpose.

Did so much healing over the past few years that I’ve laid a solid foundation that’s much deeper than what lies beneath the surface.

The shedding of my tears, old habits, and fears has allowed me to align with a laser sharp focus

as it reveals all of my inner truths… I confidently speak up for those who feel hopeless.

Although, prior to now it felt like no one else could even hear me. Maybe because I didn’t fully yet hear myself… so to speak.

New goals set for 2023, I am a leader amongst my own destiny…

Mastering all that I continuously co-create. Learning more about holistic medicines to heal my ancestral lineage for goodness sake!

I’ll continue meditating and going within…

and promise to myself to continue flowing… not only just with the pen.
Faith and alignment is all that I’ll really need

because for the new goals set… the divine will make sure that I’ll continue having everything that I could ever desire, want, and need!

Living fully within each moment, I’ll approach each day gratefully.

I will continue to prioritize peace and balance. Allowing myself to grow and expand from more of life’s daily lessons.

Heavy, yet gentle on the self-care towards showing up as the highest version of myself.

Having no specific expectations… by letting it all unfold for me naturally. Praying that everything turns out even better than I could imagine it to be!

I set out to intentionally pour into my passions of inspiring others, creating, writing and dancing joyfully.

Also, remind myself to playfully explore many new exciting festivities. I’ll indulge in the various wonders of very tasteful vegan recipes.

Counting my blessings as I know that not everything in life is guaranteed.

I value to equally nurture and grow along with my loved ones. I am also open to new, yet healthy/ lasting connections because I’ve detached from most of the old ones.

Love (unconditionally), soft yet bitterly sweet, that’s the fluent language that I sacredly speak.

Claiming it all! Signed “Aligned by Seven: 2023”

Hold up! Just one last thing…

I promise myself to maximize my unlimited potential… So, here it is. 2023, the journey begins!

I want you to breathe easier
To not critique yourself and art into artistic paralysis
Do not question your Intuition
I will let you make mistakes
Only if you can learn from them
I will not beat you up for being human

I will give you the grace I allow others
I am now able to love you as you need to be loved.
And that love will grow with each passing day

I believe that you are worth the struggle.
That love is just as important to receive as give.
You will be the change you want to see in this world.
You will rage against the dying light
And I will love and be proud of you with every moment of this coming year.

The moment before dawn.
The longest single moment in time,
that any one can ever experience.

The not knowing.
Whether night will continue,
as it has for so long.

Or whether,
at any second,
the sun could make its debut.

Nights wind blows through your hair,
chilling you to the bone,
as you watch the horizon in anticipation.

Eyes wide,
breath slow,
shoulders tense.

You scream,
“When will this night be over?”

Your voice travels across the hills,
dancing with the grass,
as it sways in the wind.

A silence follows,
the land stills,
and then a glimpse at the edge of your view.

Milky blue, shifting into blushing beauty.
A smile grows across your face.

Teeth glaring,
cheeks wide and creased.

The sun’s light and promise breaks the horizon.
Glimmering against dewy grass,
and shimmering steadily atop pools of lone water.

Your journey continues,
and you carry on.

Right now, there is snow on the ground and children sled down the big hill in the park,
Shriek out in joyous rapture

From the window:
smells of rosemary, bacon sizzling in the pan, and coffee burnt but loved by all fathers who share in the exhilaration of a snowy day

Today is filled with happiness, shared as commonly as the lone cigarette at a party,
Passed around

Still, and not unlike that cigarette, the day is filled with a feeling of finality
Heavy as led

When it is over,
When the clock strikes for the last time, feeling more like a period than a comma
Ball dropping in Times Square like that most final form of punctuation

That is when I wonder:
What will those children’s delighted screams sound like in the next year to come?

Will the fathers hope for more wind chilled days where their young cry out to be pulled along in that red toboggan we all know so well?

Do they wish for their children to call out to them, “please daddy, please just one more ride!” as they watch their babies grow?

I may never know what those fathers, those proprietors of black and bitter folgers, wish for when they hear that vast and final toll of the clock tonight, marking the end of their latest sentence

And what of the children?
Whatever they wish must stay unknown to me, their own desires a mystery for them alone to learn

And when it rings in at midnight, the clock will have already accomplished it’s most sacred task of the year, only wishing to do it again and again endlessly

Comma after comma until the night when the ball drops again
Party poppers exploding in primary colored cheer
The clock ringing out,
A period to end the sentence

When the clock tolls
Heavy
Final
period after an endless run-on
I will hope for just one thing

I will close my eyes
And make a wish:

Love without fear is what will ring in my ears like the music all around me

When I feel myself grow angry, stubborn, or closed off
Love without fear is what will bring me back
this year

I can taste that goal like candy hearts, passed out in grade-school Valentines

When I turn on the news to see fires
Or war
Or violence of unspeakable measure
Those horrible unmentionable things that make blood boil

I will still look out my window and see love in all that’s around me

Keep candy hearts under my tongue so even the most bitter days taste sweet

And I will have love this year

Love for my students
And friends
Love for my own mistakes
Love for forgiveness, and the planet, and the oceans and the heavens above

Love
For all of it

I will hear that bell ring, twelve booming dings
And I will have only one shining syllable roll around on my tongue
That word will break free from my mouth in a joyous shout

The ecstasy of newness will overtake me then, and I will begin the hard work of loving myself,
Of loving the things I cannot change

I will do this so that maybe the next time there is snow on the ground,
And the bacon,
And the sleds
A period ready to be placed neatly at the end of this sentence, and a clock ready to strike
All around will be the taste of love

Then, with candied sweetness on my breath, I will be ready with a new list of goals to accomplish
Things far more tangible than this one thing I must do when the ball drops tonight.

Maybe,
I’ll finally learn to sew, or paint, or start a garden

I’ll tell strangers how beautiful they are, and walk more, or learn to juggle, or learn to cook

I will bake the perfect soufflé, and learn new songs, and write the most eloquent poems

Again,
The clock will ding
And the ball will drop
And people will scream out in glorious cries of “I love you!“ to anyone willing to listen

And there will be confetti, and kisses, and rosy cheeks filled with grapes for good luck, and happiness radiating from every direction as champagne is poured, and toasts are made to good health
And I will have beautiful new goals,
Because

after love all else will follow

2023
You stuck up on us
Like deer in the night
I had heard of your coming
But still wasn’t prepared for your arrival
At the same time,
I’m excited you’ll be at my door soon
There’s so much I want to tell you
Hopefully, you won’t be overwhelmed
by my words
I want to tell you
That I want to finish my book
Travel to other places
Continue to work on being a better writer
And to pursue it as a career
I also want to strengthen my relationships
and make new ones
2022 went by so quickly
I’m hoping you’ll go slowly
As long as your year is a good one
For every human being
and creature on earth

This is the year I learn to breathe underwater
When the tides threaten to overrun the shore and drag me in
When the waves blanket me and try to swallow me whole
Not knowing
This year is the year I grow gills
I grow fins to help me glide through the water
Because the floaties I had last year popped
And I could only hold my breath for so long
But still- I will evolve

This is the year I learn to fly
When the world tries to tie me down
When the wind makes me a kite on a string
I’ll cut myself loose
Turn into a paper plane and soar
Pray the rain doesn’t try to ground me
But still- I will endure

This is the year I transform
But still- my roots remain
When my mom cries, I will hold her
When my dad despairs, I will bring him laughter
When my brother worries, I will bring him understanding
However, no longer will I play the martyr
Because this is the year I will only give what I can and not all that I am
But still- I will love  

the two holes in my face
where my eyes used to be
have begun to spread ––
my remaining soul begins to leak
and I start to smell the reek.

what reeks I cannot have;
what feels I do not own;
what sings I cannot reach;
i am not my own.

it smells of burnt lust and old fuzz
i start to cough but nothing evades
there’s nothing left of me to free
there’s nothing left of me that’s me.

//

the clock turns twelve
i have my eye drops that I no longer need;
so the eye drops, they seem to fall asleep
the mirror reflects no light; no life
the shower shivers; it hates itself
the tv flickers; a bright baby blue
(or maybe crimson red)

i see the Sea in the hue
or do I see my eyes?
(they used to be bright baby blue too)

//

this dessert you feed me
oh how it eats me;
not I, that eats it
–– oh no, not I ––
–– oh no, I wouldn’t dare––
it steals the nourishment I have
it takes
and takes and takes and takes
(this Desert is trapping)
there is wind in my soul
and this fine slender sand makes me cough;
but still, I try to eat it.
it’s the only thing I have.
(this Desert is trapping)

you hold my life as an hourglass with slender sand.
your white knuckles withered, strangling my glass
(trapping my Desert)
so
there is no me;
there is no time that is mine
(time isn’t yours, but you hold it still)
(sight isn’t either, but you carry mine still).

//

Oh look!
The Sea sees me; and I see it too
The lighthouse blinds me; I fall.
The esoteric night sky that they call the Sea
Oh how it eats me!
It’s royal blue encases all my crevasses
While the whales feed me to the plankton
I am not what is not me;
But I am just as much food, as food is me.

Oh, but no!
I have been eaten, but have given nothing;
My life as a sacrifice
Is like a lamb without meat;
My bones are brittle,
My heartbeat weak,
But my diaphragm that’s ripped out,
It is still singing!

Oh, It starts raining!
What a wonderful sight to see
The rain joins the water; so the rain joins me
Oh new life!
Oh how bright!

The rain seeps through, I am renewed!
The two holes in my face have been filled by the
Sand of the Sea
tears of God
And the resilience of
Me.

//

I didn’t find my eyes;
The Earth made another pair for me.

I didn’t get my time;
I made time get me.

I didn’t reject the food, but ate it;
As food will no longer eat me.

//

my bones form together;
My flesh is flesh no more;
my skin finally breathes;
My brain is back in place;
my back is back up right;

Oh what a wonderful day;
oh what a wonderful night!

oh how the clouds blessed me

this new year.

Dear Mikhala,

This year, you stop getting snubbed. There were too many moments where you stood back, gave your self-expression up for the sake of community, and said “in due time”… well it is due time. When you wake up, you will be in the front of life. No more being hidden in plain sight. Let everybody go blind if it means you keep shining. You see your path, and walk it. You know what to do with your life, and you do all of it. Success comes easily to you, because you make hard work seem easy. You get in that car that you earned, all on your own, drive it to your apartment where you find peace and quiet, and it is just you and your cat Sebastian. Bali, Italy, New York… they will be so happy to see you show up this year. This year, vacation is your friend. You have a great job with great pay, and you don’t have to give up your mental health to have it. This is the year that your friends stop by with snacks and wine so good, the re-runs on TV seem extra hilarious! And maybe you will or won’t find love this time, but when you ask yourself “will I find love?” the answer won’t hurt or make you nervous anymore. It won’t hurt to even wonder if you will. You know how to take it one day at a time this year. This year, your vision board becomes a memory board.

I love you, I will never play around when it comes to you,

Dear Chaos,

I am no longer an anxious, cooped-up vessel,
Trapped inside the mind of my own —
Rather inside the mind of what resembles a stranger’s.

Heal, don’t hustle.
Flow, don’t force.
Ground, don’t grind.

Seasons have passed;
My body is safe now.

Breaking free of my once worst thoughts,
Setting me loose to feel and not fight.
I am receiving all of what makes me, me.

I am no longer doing, I am being.
I am no longer chasing, I am attracting.
I am no longer anxious, I am secure.

I am safe in this body and in this brain.

From,