As we head into the weekend, I thought we’d do a special thread.
Today’s thread is about what 2022 is holding for us.
I know that’s hard to think about sometimes, hard to imagine. But we are still us, and our souls are still working toward belonging, wholeness, magic and love every single day.
If you’ve ever heard of people choosing one word for a new year (click here to see what it’s about), I’m wondering if any of us has a phrase for 2022.
My friend, amazing author and medicine woman Asha Frost hosted a live chat recently where she asked us to think about something that’s coming up in us for this year.
Immediately this came up: this year is for inner & embodied resistance.
So, what’s 2022 for you? What are you holding now & hoping for?
I recently read Dr. Hillary McBride's book, "The Wisdom of Your Body" and in it she talks about healing as "a million little resurrections waiting for us." I think this year I want to look and listen and celebrate all the little resurrections happening in and around me.
Healing. I hadn't yet chosen a word for this year, but as I sit and ponder, I think that's it. It's a lot of spiritual and emotional healing that needs to take place in my life. It's like I've had surgery, I've picked at scabs, I've diagnosed all day long, and it's time to heal and trust the healing process.
On a fun note, my husband and I are celebrating our 30th wedding anniversary and are supposed to go to Ireland end of May. (I have a weird feeling it'll be cancelled, but at least we are planning and trying to celebrate.)
I had a lot of words swirling (go, yes, compass) and while they are all part of this year for me, "Take the hill for healthy" arose in an instant of holy anger and it feels right, true, and good.
2022 so far, for me has meant rebellious acts of restorative contemplation & rest. hoping to continue the practice as I move through the seasons of the year. I say ‘rebellious acts’ because it feels so counter cultural in our world of more more & more.
I want to live the fruits of the spirit and this year, the word "Goodness" speaks to me. We can always find the bad but there is plenty of Goodness if we look for it.
Discover. The experiences of 2021 shaped me deeply (death of a colleague leading to new responsibility amidst the grief) and while it was happening I was being changed but have not had the chance to reflect on how that impacts the future. I’m purposely re-discovering my sense of call and who, how and where God is calling me to be in 2022.
I chose Compassion. Largely because I feel at odds with everything at every turn – Indigenous erasure, COVID ignorance and selfishness, capitalism – that I find myself in a state of constant outrage and unhappiness that undermines my will to be a contributing member of any kind of society. The only way for me to manage short of walking out into the river with rocks in my pockets is to find compassion for people and what elements of this toxic culture have made them the way they are in the way it has made me the way I am. But it sure is so, so hard sometimes....
Return to wonder and play. I've been experiencing a return of daily chronic pain and discomfort since August and I don't want to lose myself in the suffering and despair I'm feeling. A recent mentor of mine spoke over me that I need to "play for my life". Right now, it's only brief periods and moments, but I am hoping that the practice will expand throughout the year.
Honestly, I usually feel a particular word, but this year, I have nothing. I just want to be open to new thoughts and ideas about life...and I want to be gentle internally with myself. Anxiety beat the crap out of my last year--this year I hope I can have more tempered responses to what triggers me. To not go down the rabbit hole so many times....that'd be nice.
My phrase this year is Self Compassion and Kindness. I have done myoneword for like 8 years now. The phrase I chose this year will guide my inner self to respond accordingly to the troubled outer world I find right now. I have angst and foreboding and know I am going to need all the gentleness I have to continue on.
I recently read Dr. Hillary McBride's book, "The Wisdom of Your Body" and in it she talks about healing as "a million little resurrections waiting for us." I think this year I want to look and listen and celebrate all the little resurrections happening in and around me.
Healing. I hadn't yet chosen a word for this year, but as I sit and ponder, I think that's it. It's a lot of spiritual and emotional healing that needs to take place in my life. It's like I've had surgery, I've picked at scabs, I've diagnosed all day long, and it's time to heal and trust the healing process.
On a fun note, my husband and I are celebrating our 30th wedding anniversary and are supposed to go to Ireland end of May. (I have a weird feeling it'll be cancelled, but at least we are planning and trying to celebrate.)
I had a lot of words swirling (go, yes, compass) and while they are all part of this year for me, "Take the hill for healthy" arose in an instant of holy anger and it feels right, true, and good.
2022 so far, for me has meant rebellious acts of restorative contemplation & rest. hoping to continue the practice as I move through the seasons of the year. I say ‘rebellious acts’ because it feels so counter cultural in our world of more more & more.
I want to live the fruits of the spirit and this year, the word "Goodness" speaks to me. We can always find the bad but there is plenty of Goodness if we look for it.
Discover. The experiences of 2021 shaped me deeply (death of a colleague leading to new responsibility amidst the grief) and while it was happening I was being changed but have not had the chance to reflect on how that impacts the future. I’m purposely re-discovering my sense of call and who, how and where God is calling me to be in 2022.
I chose Compassion. Largely because I feel at odds with everything at every turn – Indigenous erasure, COVID ignorance and selfishness, capitalism – that I find myself in a state of constant outrage and unhappiness that undermines my will to be a contributing member of any kind of society. The only way for me to manage short of walking out into the river with rocks in my pockets is to find compassion for people and what elements of this toxic culture have made them the way they are in the way it has made me the way I am. But it sure is so, so hard sometimes....
Return to wonder and play. I've been experiencing a return of daily chronic pain and discomfort since August and I don't want to lose myself in the suffering and despair I'm feeling. A recent mentor of mine spoke over me that I need to "play for my life". Right now, it's only brief periods and moments, but I am hoping that the practice will expand throughout the year.
Honestly, I usually feel a particular word, but this year, I have nothing. I just want to be open to new thoughts and ideas about life...and I want to be gentle internally with myself. Anxiety beat the crap out of my last year--this year I hope I can have more tempered responses to what triggers me. To not go down the rabbit hole so many times....that'd be nice.
My phrase this year is Self Compassion and Kindness. I have done myoneword for like 8 years now. The phrase I chose this year will guide my inner self to respond accordingly to the troubled outer world I find right now. I have angst and foreboding and know I am going to need all the gentleness I have to continue on.
I did this exercise with my church on a zoom service and my word is SOAR. I'll take and work on making it happen.