01/09/2026
January is…
January is a stilled tumbleweed resting in the dark,
Before being swept off on its next adventure
January is the chrysalis containing your cellular soup for the year,
Where cells re-organize and grow into a butterfly.
January is the time to, as my granddaughter use to say when organizing clutter,
“Nicen things up”
January is Schrodinger’s cat in month form,
Where the year ahead could be considered both good or bad simultaneously, until it is observed
January is
The cicada nymph deep in the ground
The protected buds on the ends of bare branches
Words waiting to form new sentences
Ideas teetering on the tip of a pencil
January is
Stories and art, music and ideas, thoughts, creations, love…
All hovering in your orbit waiting to be grabbed.
January is number one, the winner or beginner of infinite potential
It is reinvention and renewal
Hopes and dreams
The space where past and future intertwine and weave together
January is illusionary magic
For it is every day, every moment, every breath
January is…
You
