I came across this when I was Autoplaying my way around YouTube the other day. Some mean banjo from Mean Mary. Enjoy:
Thursday, February 22, 2018
Sunday, February 11, 2018
2018 Word of the Year
***BLOGGERS NOTE: I wrote this post in December, but wasn't ready to publish it until now. It feels like my new year is starting a bit late.***
It's Word of the Year time again.
Last year's word was realization and I think I pulled it off – manifesting a cabin out of a vision.
The cabin is almost finished with the end of 2017. It's so close I can taste it.
The selection process for 2018's Word of the Year has proved difficult. I thought I had the perfect word and then lost it and I have had a hard time finding another.
There have been many contenders: recoup, recovery, grounding, presence, celebration, home, settle, joy, gratitude, shelter, safety, release, reboot, rest, solitude, anchorage, nest, peace, centre, lucky...
I've been on a streak of R words for the last several years, and I sat on the fence for a long time about whether I wanted to stick with R or if it is time move on.
After much thought, I have decided that my Word of the Year for 2018 is:
hermitage
I have loved this word for a long time. As a teenager, I was a big fan Richard Lovelace's poetry. The final stanza of his poem, To Althea, from Prison reads:
Stone walls do not a prison make,
Nor iron bars a cage;
Minds innocent and quiet take
That for an hermitage;
If I have freedom in my love,
And in my soul am free,
Angels alone that soar above
Enjoy such liberty.
A place of contemplation for an innocent and quiet mind.
A place for dreams and daydreams.
A peaceful place.
A safe place.
I have managed to have such a place built for myself. I plan to take full advantage of it this year, to transform my longing by recreating this spirit of safety within my own heart and mind.
It's Word of the Year time again.
Last year's word was realization and I think I pulled it off – manifesting a cabin out of a vision.
The cabin is almost finished with the end of 2017. It's so close I can taste it.
The selection process for 2018's Word of the Year has proved difficult. I thought I had the perfect word and then lost it and I have had a hard time finding another.
There have been many contenders: recoup, recovery, grounding, presence, celebration, home, settle, joy, gratitude, shelter, safety, release, reboot, rest, solitude, anchorage, nest, peace, centre, lucky...
I've been on a streak of R words for the last several years, and I sat on the fence for a long time about whether I wanted to stick with R or if it is time move on.
After much thought, I have decided that my Word of the Year for 2018 is:
hermitage
I have loved this word for a long time. As a teenager, I was a big fan Richard Lovelace's poetry. The final stanza of his poem, To Althea, from Prison reads:
Stone walls do not a prison make,
Nor iron bars a cage;
Minds innocent and quiet take
That for an hermitage;
If I have freedom in my love,
And in my soul am free,
Angels alone that soar above
Enjoy such liberty.
A place of contemplation for an innocent and quiet mind.
A place for dreams and daydreams.
A peaceful place.
A safe place.
I have managed to have such a place built for myself. I plan to take full advantage of it this year, to transform my longing by recreating this spirit of safety within my own heart and mind.
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With the companionship and inspiration of my fluffy, orange guru, of course.
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If you are contemplating your own Word of the Year, or just hanging out while 2017 draws to a close, may I invite you do so while listening to the New Year's playlist I put together on YouTube? This time of year always gets me in a playlist-y mood. There are some old favourites, some of this year's new favourites and of course, some #banjoy!
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