I’ve got this! Took me a week or more. Actually a few months. Each year, just like Merriam Webster and others alike, I chose a word of the year. Sometimes it is retrospectively applied. Other times, I pick a word for the coming year to help frame my mind, spirit, and body.
Towards the end of 2018, I picked the word “joy” for 2019. I was determined to not let others steal my job. I was determined to pivot towards the joyful whenever possible. The same way elections are a referendum on the previous administration, so are my words, in a way. If “joy” was my word for 2019 you can imagine what 2018 had been like. I had some hard lessons to overcome, but 2019 was a strong year for me personally. I came out swinging in favor of joy, and joy found me. As did success.
While I welcomed joy and sought it out, I also bid my time. I was determined to be thoughtful on my next steps because I didn’t want to cycle back to pain. Let me rephrase. Pain is a part of life. It is ok to experience, in hindsight. However, I didn’t want to be “victimized” by pain. And, that is where I am leaving that because I am choosing to be free. Plus, I know my success really irks a few others. Ouch. That was not kind of me to say. But we all know a few others who are existentially threatened by one’s success, however defined. And, one cannot be defined by that either.
In looking towards 2020, it is the year of the rat. And, I am a rat per the Chinese calendar. I am not too sure what that means other than I am seizing the year. In looking for a word to frame 2020, I narrowed my list down to 15 words. That was a tad much. Included on that list was transparency (boring and wonky), velocity (but I’m not pretending to be the Flash), and momemtum (not a bad word but its to be gained or maintained). I wanted something strong to start off a new decade that would look good in pink.
And, thus I chose “poetically bold”. It’s a nuanced phrase being both simple and complicated. I had thought of using each word alone and then I realized they went well together. Alone, each word can be somewhat trite. Together, it captures a state of being that is meant to be strong yet beautiful. Bold colors. Bold tongue. Bold battles. Poetically framed. Poetic insights. Poetic justice. It’s all there. Last year my color was blue. This year, it’s sprinkles.
My quote to help frame it all:
“Float like a butterfly, sting like a bee. The hands can’t hit what the eyes can’t see.”
Why did I choose this phrase? As a kid I had to be bold. As a kid I also told stories and wrote poetry following in my mom’s footsteps. This year is for her.
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“The Year of the Rat” Similarly Blessed i am although
A More Ancient Rat in deed as This is the 5th Chinese
12 Year-Cycle i will see since 1960.. my Word and Resolution
for the New Year is “Color World Love 2020”.. i was gonna tag
it and use some Odd Capitalization but i figure “Color World
Love 2020” is Probably Enough.. my Mother Was a Poet
Starting in her 50’s too.. Her Poetry Naturally came
in Shapes too.. although it was very Structured
in Nature and Always Rhymed Perhaps
She Used a Thesaurus but i’m
not Sure.. anyway.. i really
Had no Interest in Poetry
(Before my Soul Grew Up)
when i was Young then the
Only thing that touched me
in any Poetry i read was the Line
“Leaves of Grass” by Whitman as it really
Sunk in to me that We are All Part of Nature
Naturally and Nature is US too.. Wow that really
made Sense to me in Feeling Way for a Perfect
Definition of God in Loving it all this way so far
Away from the Cruelty i saw expressed for
People who are Different in the Locality
that once had the Record Book
Number of Churches Per
Square Mile.. it didn’t
make Sense why
‘Their God’
was supposed
(also sending folks
to hell forever for
making mistakes
so unforgiving not
a Nice He at all too)
to Be Love but such
a small God that not even
the Grains of Sands that Hold
Up Mountains of Human Love did not mean
as much to ‘them’.. only one man only
one man.. perhaps if not only one man
Love For ALL Love for Nature in Us Just
Love For ALL in Thanks and Praise of
Joy to the World! Yes Jesus F in
Christ i feel like playing
that Song by Earth
Wind and Fire
again even
though Christmas
is gone for NoW the King of the
World is always Love for ALL for me ALL
Perhaps it is the Asperger’s Syndrome
but i just can’t deal with stuff that makes
no Frigging sense at all.. i cut through the
CRap Quicker than a SharPest SWord through Butter with SMiLes
Anyway.. somehow someway that gift of actually understanding
Poetry and then this Magical Flow came through me too in my 50’s…
Can You Really Inherit Shapes of Poetry from Your Mother well perhaps
in Form no but Essence Yes.. for True all Form Springs From Essence i have
no idea how i know this but i just do.. it is something more than anything i have
ever read in
all the Books
that were
supposed to
teach me about
this World.. smiles
come to find out it
Was always inside NoW…
We have a CoMMoN Rodent
Ancestor 75 MiLLioN Years ago that
i see no less than God than me and You
And everything ALL else.. it just makes so much
sense to me now it all comes together like ‘Leaves
of Grass’ Do Be Bold Do Be Poetic Do Be Free Be You if i may call You FRiEnD
too not that you are Special Just that You are Another Leave of Grass and God too..
For you
see this
is how
i see everything
now i wish others could
too as there is nothing in this place but
Love ‘The Year of the Rat’ i see as God too..
But Still i sure do like that Song “Year of the
Cat by Al Stewart”
Cats
Cats
So Free to
Be i am surely
A Cat too and one
who likes Dogs too..
And sure i guess a Pesky Rat too..
OBTW Happy New Year 2020! To You!
Now that i “think” about it when i am in flow i am
Always SPeaKinG to the Same “Person” but No
Really it’s not a Person at all it is the Voice of my Soul Love
A Dance And
Song Free
i do
believe
that is
God in
me i do Believe
it is the Biggest SmALLest Thing And No Thing Ever… NoW
i share it everywhere i go i cannot help it yet it is always the same ‘Voice’
IT iS Fire Spreading NoW With SMiLes Fire That Colors Fire That Breathes..:)
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Beautiful choice.
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Thank you. Took me forever. Lol.
Have a great day ahead
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😀 you too
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