Canter Forward

As the Chinese year
sheds
its last few days,
I enter a natural moment of
reflection…
a quiet exhale
between what has been
and
what is ready to emerge.
In this in-between space,
my awareness deepens.
Subtle shifts become possible,
not through effort
or the need to change,
but through listening.
The silence
invites me
beneath
the surface,
deep,
deep within.
I notice the words I say to myself,
the rhythm of my breath,
the steady intelligence of
my heartbeat,
and
the quiet conversations
unfolding
between
me and me.
The hard conversation
softens,
accepts,
and
strengthens all at once.
I begin to sense myself more clearly,
not as a story to be fixed,
but as a living moment,
already enough,
already in motion.
Right now,
I do not need
to resolve the past
or
rush toward what comes next.
I simply rest at this threshold.
Let what is ending
complete itself.
Let what is forming
take its first,
unforced breath.
In this stillness,
something aligns.
Not loudly,
not chaotically,
but truthfully,
untroubled.
And from this place,
the new year will
not begin with galloping,
but with a canter,
fully aware of what has been,
carried lightly forward,
one jump at a time.