I finally, finally and just in the nick of time (since I have to go back to my paid work tomorrow) finished my 2013 vision board. Liv Lane describes the practice this way, “Rather than waiting to ‘see what happens’ in 2013, creating a vision board allows you to see what can happen in 2013.”

I couldn’t get a very good picture of it, and it’s too big to use my scanner, but here’s what I came up with:

New Year, New You

“The new year is always the perfect time to make a commitment to yourself to increase your daily fitness and live a healthier life. This year, make another commitment to find new ways to slow down your busy life and create a little peace and serenity.”

Free, free, free, free, free.
(Freedom is my guiding word, my intention for 2013,
to feel free, free from and free to).
Walking in the park…shades of gray.
A thousand shades of gray.

Making space,
radical self-acceptance,
beautiful you.
Dreaming. Comfort.
Change your space, free your mind.
Relax. Open. Deepen.

Path is simple: to root in purpose.
“Your purpose is about discovering and nurturing who you truly are, to know and love yourself at the deepest level and to guide yourself back home when you lose your way,” (Kris Carr).

To tread lightly.
To remember.
To be outside.
To step off the path.
To play.
To live.

The art of living knows no bounds.
Free, free, free, free, free.
Truly joyful.
Truly memorable.
Truly original.
Dream.

Images: The image of the submerged stump in the lower right corner for me represents that the growth you can see, the life that is visible is only part of the story, that there is so much more below the surface.

This year I intend to continue sinking deep into my body and the present moment, running and practicing yoga and walking in the park and meditating and getting naked.

There is an elephant on the lower left side, like Ganesha, a protector and remover of obstacles. Art, light, writing, and strawberries, (I’m planning a berry bed that will run the entire length of the front of my house). Arrows and a strip of map, a path, direction and movement.

The picture of the woman on the typewriter is a tiny bit of magic. I originally had a picture of a woman in sitting meditation, but felt the board wasn’t done, it needed something that represented my desire, my longing, my aspiration, my intention to write and publish. I opened up an issue of Taproot and started to flip through the pages, and there she was, the turquoise of the typewriter so perfectly matched to the blue of the water below it.

What is so magic about it is that hat looks suspiciously like one owned and worn by my good friend Sherry Richert Belul. If it’s not you, Sherry, please don’t tell me. The thought that it might be her/you, that she/you might represent the friendship and support of a collective of kindreds, of like-minded artists and warriors, of all those in my tribe, including all my kind and gentle readers, gives me so much joy.

P.S. Magic update: If you read the comments, it turns out that IS Sherry in the picture. How cool is that?!