Happy New Year!

I was woken up at 5am by a Tui bird singing so loudly, but so happily that I couldn’t really get mad at him. Since then he’s gone to bed, and now I am the only person up in the whole of New Zealand scrolling down my phone watching the sun rise as I am (still) trying to make something out of the year 2020.

Don’t hold your breath, because I absolutely can’t.
But it’s okay, nobody knows what to think or where to go either.

Or what to do. If any spiritual teacher, say someone like Hilaria Baldwin* has tried to tell you that this was the year that our souls awakened to the path of truth or some other spiritual bypassy psychobabble, don’t fall for it. Even spiritual teachers have no way of grasping at the world right now.

So instead of writing to you from my cloud of alignment up above, I would like to reassure myself you that I am down here watching hours of entertainment trying to make it through like the rest of us.

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