Every year, I ask myself: what do I want, what do I really want?
I know this bit of truth lives inside me. I am just waiting for the right moment for it to be ignited.
Last year, my word was ‘rooted’.
I committed it to sterling silver with a hammer. Bang! I wore it close to my heart.
For a good part of 2013, I felt I was floating and ungrounded - in my cold city rental, working in my messy office and driving my children around to countless activities, often losing my way in the dark city streets and highways - hockey and soccer bags in the back seat. We also travelled a lot for business and pleasure - planes, trains, boats, cable cars, mini vans and automobiles.
I stretched my arms high to the ceiling during yoga and I imagined tree roots growing out of the soles of my feet. I wanted this light, dizzy and ungrounded feeling to go away. I dangled my skis on chair lifts high in the mountains - wind blowing through me and I wished to feel grounded. I looked at the base of snow-covered trees in my neighborhood as I walked my dogs: oak trees, birch trees, pine trees, spruce trees. I wanted their roots. I loved how solid and grounded they were. I wanted that too.
Within six months, we bought a house and moved in - even though we were not in the market to buy one or even looking. The house came to us, really - a phone call, a private sale. It was the only one we looked at - big, old and beautiful. Solid.
We built a highly functional and lovely basement Suetables home studio with the help of a movie set builder. We hired someone that is highly capable to organize the orders and the office daily. I arranged car pools. I bought a GPS.
I feel the roots beginning to grow under my feet.
I have started to decorate my home more with the things I love - the old clock on my mantel passed down through generations, the marble Buddha Tony carried home from Bangkok, flowers in vases, ski posters framed for the children's rooms from a family vacation, I recycled my mother's fur coat and made pillows, we painted the walls ourselves (with the help of the kids and their friends), we put up a real Christmas tree for the first time in many years (although I loved the ease of my fake one), a florist friend gifted me a ficus fig tree, and we continue to move furniture around (and around) to figure out the right space configuration for our blended family.
I vow to really move in, to fill our home with things we love, to own it and grow deeper roots.
Ask, and you shall receive. I promise.
'Use your words', we tell our infants when they are learning to talk. Use your intentions as power. If you don’t throw it out there, it can’t come back to you. No one will give us the life we really want; we have to ask for it. So write it down, dream it up, declare it.
We have to claim it.
We’ve hand stamped words over and over for ourselves and for others. Take your dreams off the shelf and whisper your truth. And give your declarations and reminders some design flare. Let us letter press something beautiful for you.
What will your word say? Maybe your words will help inspire my word this year.
The new year is a beautiful time to reflect, celebrate and look ahead to the year to come! Now, create some magic.
Photo credit: Beth Hayhurst photography.
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