Turning years, turning pages, making wishes

I wish you joy.

I wish you people to celebrate your successes, and to hold you when you cry.

I wish that you are challenged in your convictions, and so have the chance to learn what they truly are, and to learn who you truly are as well.

I wish that you will make something - a poem, a pie, a sweater, a song - something only you can make. It won't be perfect, but I believe creation is our way of fighting entropy, and 2011 was a year of things falling apart for too many of us. Let us help the center to hold.

I wish that you feel truly understood.

I wish that you try something that scares you, something you think you aren't good enough to do, something that you have always wanted to learn, or to learn to be. Working without a net is scary, but it is how we become.

I wish that you are able to shed one of the layers of skin that you have been longing to cast off, to forgive an old wrong, to let a wound scar over.

I wish you material comforts - food, shelter, warmth, light - and I wish you the particular comforts of your own soul.

I wish you moments of transcendence, of compassion, of hope.

I wish that at the end of this coming year, when you look back, you are proud of who you are and of what you've done.

I wish you love.