Sometimes my word for the year picks me
Wings arriving in my mailbox
Telling me it is my year to be brave
Other times my word speaks strongly with love
And I am almost to afraid to say it out loud
I don't want to jinx it
This year I had to dig my word out of the ground
It was cultivating there for the past five years
As I gently tended to it with love and encouragement
My word needed time to grow and it did just that
Now it is strong and ready to soak in the sunshine
Five years ago at Squam Arts Workshops I grew my wings
Bravely I stood with them as I learned how to fly
I was engulfed with love and embraced deeply who I am
Now, I am ready to spread those wings and Soar
Reaching for my dreams and making them happen
I no longer want to stand on the ground
My wings have grown strong
They are ready to fly
In fact, they are ready to soar
It sounds kinda strange to see it in print
Almost to bold to put down on paper
But I know to make it happen, I have to say it
So bravely I am putting it out here
This year I am going to SOAR