Highway I-25 north of Chugwater, Wyoming

The week between the holidays has a feel. No other week feels quite like it. For me, it’s a sense of completion, the grateful resolution of the Solstice-Hanukkah-Christmas-Kwanzaa parties, presents, and expectations. But that’s a minor part of the sensation. The overwhelming feeling is the completion of the past year and the anticipation of what’s next. I make the same resolution every year to make no resolution. This year I’m going to make an exception. But instead of a resolution, I’m going to the wellspring of the word and setting an intention. I’m going to find the light streaming through the crack in our world, and I’m going to stand in it, and let it soak into my bones. Yeah, that’s it. I’m going to look for it and breath life into the flame.