And the word for the year is...

Freedom.Freedom from inhibitions. From stories that no longer serve.Freedom to take chances, make mistakes and get messy.Freedom to open.Freedom to risk.Freedom to create.Freedom to flow.This morning I woke at 5am and packed my runes, my drum, cheerios and almond milk, a bosc pear, the warmest shoes. My husband and I have a tradition to celebrate our anniversary, seven years this year. Not our marriage, that came much later in the relationship. This is our official first becoming, this