Often it is the only thing between you and impossibility...

So here I am reading Bukowski on writing, and staring 2007 square in the eye (or, whatever you want to call that fine, shining point of light up ahead) - practically staring it down and melting it altogether with all of my heady expectation. But I know perfectly well how very, very dangerous expectation can be, how it leads easily to disappointment, and so I shift that focus to the left a bit and call it 'intention' instead.

2007 has the potential to be one of the most momentous years of my life thus far - it certainly promises alot of literal movement, especially considering that we've no other choice than to be out of India by the expiration of Hamid's visa at the end of May and our next (semi-)permanent locae depends entirely upon the mercy of the United States government coughing up an entry visa for my beloved husband sometime in these next five months. There are notions of home and children and back-to-university(again) and business expansion that take up actual space in this world simply because we've talked them into solid and promising existence. There are a million things/events/dreams/ideas and I am at the edge of the birth of each and all of them, coaxing them into viability, leaning over the space that is future-possible ready to jump in and see what's next. Ready to be what's next. I have been waiting for this year and every single one of it's 31,556,926 moments for what seems like a lifetime...working hard not to hold my breath too long in anticipation and growing dizzy anyway.

I stare into 2007 and quietly, directly, set my intention: abundance, grace, knowledge, movement, courage, serenity, growth, success, manifestation, friendship. A wonderfully endless list of good things to come. And I thank the universe in advance for delivering.