O, Lucky, how I miss your diggers with their scent of fresh grass and Fritos!  I’m so glad you found me!  

Yes, t’was a big year.  In the middle March, amid a massive snow and ice storm, I moved to a 600 square footer. It takes 20 minutes to clean and has one teeny tiny closet.  I’m living the good life.

 

In April on Poem in Your Pocket Day (https://poets.org/national-poetry-month/poem-your-pocket-day), I began my poetry instigations every Wednesday in downtown Bend.  I simply offer very short poems to passersby.  Here’s Booker, licking his chops.  I bring him the weekly poem at Wren and Wild.  Speaking of chop licking: https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/52959/eating-poetry

 

Then in May, my sweet guru, friend and muse died peacefully in my arms.  He was just shy of 16 years, or at least that’s my guess.  I found the Prince of Pups on the street when he was just a wee guy.  Read about Lucky’s journey here: http://www.clearlenscoaching.com/3436-2/.  Even now, he continues to guide me.  We have pretty wild chats!

 

In August, I added to my bookmaking repertoire; I began dying papers and trying out all kinds of bookbinding methods.  This continues to be a source of joy – play without a goal or purpose.  People ask what I’m  going to do with these little gems.  I don’t know.  And that’s the truth.

 

In November, I got my first shiner, and a beauty she was!  Rather than tell people how this happened, I asked them to tell me.  So here’s the official story:

I was writing and a dangling participle got really steamed about being left to hang out all alone, and not for the first time, on the page.  Disgusted, said dangling participle called on other danglers who were, likewise, seriously miffed.  They ganged up on me, just punched me in right in the face.  Ouch!  Adding insult to injury, the heavy lid of a ceramic bowl in a cabinet landed on my cheekbone an hour later.  Double ouch!  I learned my lesson; now I’m more mindful of grammar, and my black eye is almost gone.  What a year!

I hope you spend some time reflecting on your year.  These questions may help you do that:  During your journey this year, what surprised you, what challenged you and what have you learned, what moved your heart, and what inspired gratitude?

May you feel surrounded and fulled  by the light of love, blessing and joy amid whatever challenges you encounter.  With immense loving kindness and gratitude, always, Krayna

P.S.  Dearest Lucky, this is for you.  I know you inspired Rumi to write this.  Thank you.  I love you.

And finally, a musical selections I’ve been diggin this year that will have you shakin yer booty:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Z_Sf0gi-mGI