I’ve been seeing stars lately. Lots of them. Not in the sense that I’m encountering dizziness or vision problems or that I’ve been hit over the head with anything. But metaphorically speaking, a shift in vision has occurred. I am not the same person I was. I have been seeing stars in the night sky, a whole array of tiny radiances beaming out from the blackened blue heavens, arranged in the shape of stories and myths.

Each day, when morning breaks, I peer out my bedroom window and my mood immediately rises to match the weather outside. Gray and foggy? So am I. Sunshine starting to peer over the horizon? It’s going to be a bold, bright day for me too. When the weather is in-between or switches too quickly between moods, I’m guaranteed to be a bit out of sorts.

If I could summarize the first month of 2022 in one word or phrase, it would be becoming…The ellipses are very important here. I know there is more to follow. 2022 came in almost like a nesting mole burrowing its way forward into my sphere of awareness.