From A Year of the Storm to A Year of Duende
I'm writing to you about my chosen One Word for 2016. Normally, it's a #oneword365 but we have on our hands a leap year, an election year, and in the lives of us aspiring-toward-dreams folk it is a year of opportunity and intention with which we choose a word to represent our goals for 366 days of heart-ful living.
Last year was my Year of the Storm. I sensed the storm coming. I chose the storm. I faced the storm. It was a tempestuous year that delivered great losses and great hopes. I am a new old me. I am changed, as of the shedding of skin, but I am still the essence of me. Light, joy, and passion.
I am embracing the passion this year. One would think after a storm I'd choose a calmer word; a less intense chase for the year. Instead, the storm awakened a power within me; a bright force of goodness at work in the world. I answer that call, again, of my own choosing. Agency is important to me, and more than a little bit. The words do not choose me, but the poetry does, again and again. For this reason, I have selected duende* as my One Word for 2016.
I have so much to share as time continues and I grow with it, dancing the dance of primordial passion, of fiery hope, and of shedding stardust. I want to be like the people who build ice castles in January knowing full well they will vanish the next month. These artists know the poetry of now is what we have and what we must learn to appreciate.
This is my hope for 2016: That I would push through the fear, take the risks, rest in the goodness of the present moment, knowing I am safe, loved, and treasured. The flames are dancing on my fingertips with delightful expectancy. The inner child I had lost touch with has been spotted skipping and singing and dancing in a field of wildflowers, weaving some blooms in her hair. She is home, and all the parts of me are blending into joy.
I can't explain it all now, especially not in mere words, so you will have to wait and see how the year unfolds.
Join me in finding the gold!
*"The duende, then, is a power, not a work. It is a struggle, not a thought. I have heard an old maestro of the guitar say, 'The duende is not in the throat; the duende climbs up inside you, from the soles of the feet.’" -Federica Garcia Lorca