There really is no such thing as a “new year.”  The original humans celebrated spring–the vernal equinox–as the start of the new year when all the earth sprouted fresh green. 

In fact, each day brings me a chance to see differently.  I have learned through days and weeks of despair that there is no Grinch standing above me forcing me to depression and worry.  It is a choice.

Yet clearly, as a human, I forget every other moment.  I am distracted by body changes, the weather, personal bumps and knocking in the car engine, of the brilliance I feel when I recognize there is no time or space or matter.  It’s a question of mind over matter, and If I release my mind–nothing matters!

Beauty is a combination of Presence and Love.  I believe that as I claim those grace-full qualities, every so-called second is new.