May you find the footings and foundations you need to build your loftiest aspirations, brick by brick, moment by moment, breath by breath, in this world. May you step into the version of yourself who knows how to call up all the treasures and allies and resources necessary to do this work. With fierce integrity and relentless clarity, may you craft a blueprint for how you will scale your personal mountains and build the epic temples only you can: a detailed concrete plan for bridging the gap between the heights of ambition and the solid ground of reality. And as you enact that plan, as you lay the groundwork for the life you hunger for, may you feel the solidity within you with each step you take, with each brick you set in place. May you draw strength and joy from the way your bones are mountains, the way your breath and limbs and heart are forever aligned in wholeness, the way your spine already stretches, a proud pillar, between earth and sky. May this inner solidity blossom out through the work that you do, the masterpieces you create, the excellence that you embody.
May you remember the myriad ways of marking the rhythms and seams of time; may you trust that a new beginning, a fresh vantage point, a chance to reset your intentions and focus and trajectory is as near as the next season, the next new moon, the next week, the next sunrise, the next hour, the next breath.
In the darkest stretch of the year, when night swallows up so much of the day, may you turn and gaze deep into the well of the sky. May you catch sight of those strange and distant glimmers that can only be seen in thick darkness–the stars, the embers, the shimmering omens of other worlds. May you dare to follow these lights wherever they lead, on epic journeys through new worlds within and beyond yourself. And may you carry the brilliant wisdom you discover wherever it is needed, passing on torches of inspiration, courage, and truth.
When you fail, when you falter, when your efforts and strivings slip from your fingers and crash or crumple, may you open yourself to this possibility: even the prayers that dissolve into choked sobs, the seeds that die stillborn and curled in on themselves, the weavings that tangle into hopeless knots do serve some mysterious, necessary purpose. Resting on this paradox, may you return to your altar, your garden, your loom and begin again. May you begin again and again.
Even as the world judders, as long standing structures tremble and crack, as the tide of injustice and looming disaster flows on and on and on, may you find the pockets and circles, the chosen families and temporary autonomous zones in which you feel safe enough to let down your shields and reveal your true face, raw and shining. May you be bold enough. to speak the truths you were taught to hide–as a woman, as a queer person, as a Black or brown person, as anyone at all molded and shaped by the dominating culture that maims all our souls–and may your vulnerability be met with kindness, understanding, and respect. May you dare to believe that each honest word you speak breathes life into a web of liberation and resilience, a web rooting and stretching to hold us all through this great breaking open.
When you reach the end of something–a project that has touched you deep, filled dreams and hours and days; a relationship that has frustrated and nourished you, as most relationships do; a home that has cradled your unfolding; an era of your life or even your life itself–may you hold in one hand sorrow, a bowl filled with emptiness and tears and in the other hand, gratitude, a cornucopia heaped high with thankfulness for all you discovered, received, and enjoyed. May you pause there at the threshold, at the place between this ending and whatever comes next. May you drink deeply of both your grief and your joy, allowing the twin, intertwining streams to run through you, reshaping you, opening and closing doors to worlds within and beyond you. May you honor the change; may you mark and celebrate the passing of days and selves.