Today, New Year's Eve, I am floating on an even keel. I see the majestic nature of this moment. I honor my creative power by inking this meditation. The sun is shy today, but I am not. My life is not a game, but I still feel like I am winning. I have trained to see, with amazement, the beauty of balance. I feel genuine gratitude and awe.
Living with the bipolar ailment challenges my sense of endurance. I am forced to let go of the events of mania that evoke shame, and dig deep to enjoy this time of peace. I can realize that I am holy and lovable. Being happy is a blessing, but can feel like a curse if I entertain the fleeting nature of this prosperous period. I feel a sense of freedom and wish to live an eternity of this state.
The field looks so green before me. I run in my mind to the very center and breath in the pure, abundant air. I call out to the butterflies and birds and wish to join them in flight. I feel my being, my core become enchanted and surreal. Powerlessness has faded away and my temprement is solid. The malestrom of recent weeks has eased and I run through the grass in wonder. Playfulness is a subtle ally, and I resist being cognicent of any foes. I shall ring in the New Year with a calm and anticipatory air. I drink in, with sober reminicense, the ease of this holiday and look forward to a new chapter in the approaching new year.
Love and light begets serenity.
Angels dance upon my shoulder.
I see as others see and I am emancipated from my figurative incarceration.
Butterflies will be my guide as I entertain the voices of past wisdom.
There is time for a regal breath as I view my waiting kingdom.
I will live with my head level and see the army of light driving forward.
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