Two years ago today, on the Winter Solstice, I decided to launch my newsletter. It all started with the concept of joy, and how we may live in this state more often. For two full years now, I have challenged myself to show up and write about things on a consistent basis. To put these thoughts, that live in my head, out into the physical plane. When I first started writing, I’d spend hours journaling and planning. I gave this project different names, visual identities, and toyed with how I may package it in a more cohesive fashion. By 2022, I learned that this newsletter has a mind of its own. This space is one of exploration and does not want to be one thing. On Holiday has become an outlet for me. It’s a beautiful mess made up of all of the things that make me think, and bring me joy. It holds my fanciful ideas about how I wish to live a better life, and is filled with stories that will one day be passed down my grandchildren’s children. In continuing to show up and write about what’s on my mind for two years, I am learning how to move with grace and formlessness—and a little bare. I am learning to trust in source, and the process that exists beyond my physical constraints. And in believing this, I allow for this space to become even more than I could have imagined.
On the two year anniversary of my newsletter, and the cozy, magical darkness of the winter solstice, I am grateful to each one of you for openness to my formlessness and to entertaining my devotions.
To more PLAY.
A few weeks ago, I had a strong pull to host a gathering to bring in the new year. I wanted to create a space for big dreams to be formed, and to collectively let go of what no longer serves us. This past Monday night, a group of us gathered in candlelight, under the soft burn of palo santo. We meditated, took in breath, released breath, and locked in our visions for ourselves and the collective. We moved through a series of writing prompts, and then moved our body ecstatically to sound.
Before we called in our visions for 2023, I asked us to thank 2022. I felt called to share this gratitude with you all.
“Thank you 2022 for the steady paycheck. For the beautiful home in a cozy pocket of town, and our inviting fireplace. For the events I’ve dreamed up and curated, and for granting me the confidence to know that I can execute on every single one of my great visions.
Thank you for the conscious community I’ve been able to grow.
Thank you for finally getting me to Israel. For reuniting me with my grandmother’s soft embrace. For the Shabbat dinners and my first Israeli Yom Kippur experience, and that magical desert moon that rose over the pink hills of the Judean Desert. For the soft, warm waters of the Mediterranean that reminded me of my soul. And the courage to finally get a tattoo, and then confirming my decision by showing me the totem of the Hoopoe bird the next day in real life.
For strengthening my sense of leadership and showing me that I can, in fact, do it.
Thank you for showing me what I don’t want. Thank you for my astute ability to know, with sovereignty, what is right and wrong in my body. Thank you for pointing me, with grace, in the direction of my passions, and always reminding me to embrace my inner child. To remember play, and the sun on my cheeks, and my love of nature.
Thank you for allowing me to take off the mask. Thank you for allowing me to grow within the safety of your womb, as I blossom into a better version of myself. Thank you for another sweet year of life. For the sky, for less fear. For my guides. Thank you for showing me my truest self. Thank you for my creative mind, hands, and heart.
Thank you for showing me abundance, and what true radiance is about.”
I have enjoyed reading your articles. Been a difficult year for the world. Self, is to find harmony, balance, and try to keep the brain working on worthwhile objectives and the rest to declutter. Happy holidays, from Baja Mexico