I turn to face the year that is coming to an end. I float my attention backward through the many experiences I've had, the people I've met. The friends I've made - the friends I've lost.I try to offer thanks for the gifts of every single encounter - including the ones that hurt. When something feels stuck - like where I can't seem to let it go - I forgive myself, and I forgive the stuck something. I set it in a special place in my heart, knowing that I will return to explore it again - and when I know it better, it will release, easily, naturally - because that is the way of things.Then, I turn toward the new year and I listen forward. What dream is dreaming itself toward me? I try not to control things - or to set goals which feel too rigid. I prefer to attune myself to love and let the year unfold itself to me. I know that when I am resting in my heart, attuned to love, what unfolds before me will always be love.