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December 28, 2015

The Day for Firsts: A Poem to the New Year.

Leo Hidalgo/Flickr

It was going to be one of those good years.

I went down to the ocean today,

and for the first time ever,

I could actually hear it,

 

the lapping of each wave washing up on the rocky shore.

 

I took off my shoes and I stood there

on a grassy bluff above the sea,

and for the first time ever,

I could actually feel it,

 

each individual blade of grass underfoot as it grew.

 

I looked out to the sky in front of me

and for the first time ever,

I could actually see it,

 

the sun, feeding everyone of us its light.

 

I closed my eyes and I inhaled,

as the mighty ocean breeze swirled around me,

and for the first time ever,

I could actually smell it,

 

the sweet fragrance of the universe in every cellular speck of air.

 

I turned to my lover and I kissed him,

and for the first time ever,

I could actually taste it,

 

how love moves effortlessly between two souls.

 

Ocean, alive.

Earth, alive.

Sky, alive.

Air, alive.

Love, alive.

 

and here I was standing in front of another new year,

very much,

alive.

 

And for the first time ever,

I could actually sense it,

in each one of my bones there was a whispering,

‘it’s going to be a good one,

dear.’

~

Relephant:

How I Told Self-Doubt to F*ck Off.

~

Author: Sarah Norrad

Editor: Caitlin Oriel

Image: Leo Hidalgo/Flickr 

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