To run, uninhibited — with great expectancy of that next shell, piece of driftwood, or whatever the sea casts on the sandy beach. Could this be our wish for the next year?
Or perhaps all of the oceanside leaping and the bounding comes from the lack of expectation; the liberty in not knowing what lies ahead. The thrill of innocently traversing the sand, awestruck by the surprises of holes, remnants of sandcastles, and unpredictable riptide waves.
Perhaps this is our deep-within wish. To welcome the year with open hearts that accept the unexpected.
To follow a plan, yet yield when it’s time.
To dig in the earth when it’s required…
Yet take time to play…
To run, to dance…in the sand.
Maybe it’s a bit of both; is it possible to expect and not expect at the same time?
Happy New Year, friends.