We live in a culture that has fallen out of sync with the natural rhythm of life and death - a culture that fears it. We ignore it, push it to the side - acknowledge it for the sake of pragmatism, but we don't honor it. 

One is not the loneliest number!  We are taught that we are separate and that we are powerless,
but together we are one and, oh, so strong!

I hear the sound of the human revolution – the inner transformation that changes our circumstances -- affects our world. it is swift and it begins within - inside our selves - in a space that is infinite. its conductor is awareness and its instrument is love.

Beneath the surface of the mind, beneath the layers of sludge, lies an exquisite piece of mahogany called Self. Although, years and layers of painful emotions - beliefs, experiences and choices - may impede us from seeing its splendor, all it takes is a little mindful elbow grease - time, attention, patience and effort - to reveal its infinite durability and beauty.

We are more than our failures, although they may feel hard to forgive.
We are more than the stuff we have although it engages us with glitter.
We are more than our mind wanting to be right and all the stories that it wants to affix onto humanity.
We are more than our fear of what lies beyond.

It's easy to get lost in the list of resolutions - those whose intentions are important in the recalibration and harmony of our mind, body, and spirit and those that just take up space.