My year of Edges
If I told you where I was you wouldn’t believe me. Soul month says: follow the eros. Spirit month says: follow the eros. The guidance is clear. Winter is getting to me. It feels mucky & slushy & gray — a slog. I find myself, my body, wanting to run toward Spring. Or run toward Summer. Run toward the sun in general, sweaty buzzy heat, visions of driving in a tank top with the windows down, my car like a microwave as I sip a cold brew from Dunkin, one pump butter pecan please (because apparently a sugary iced beverage from Dunkin is a quintessential summer symbol? I’m not above it). Color me surprised by this strangely capitalistic and yet extremely satisfying desire. I am only human.
I just cancelled 4 of my monthly subscriptions because no longer do I want to let my money siphon out of me and into Other. Matter of fact, where are the places my energy is siphoning out of me? Where do I allow my energy to drain into Other? Radical responsibility here, or whatever they say. 2026 is my year of Edges. For a little while, I thought maybe my Word of the Year would be Permission — a little bit softer, more directive. And yet, when Edges came through, I couldn’t help but feel the full body Yes. When I sit with the word Edges, I feel:
The outer layers of my soul
The fringes
The boundaries of what’s safe
The borders of my heart
The exteriors
The taboo
The inner & outer limits that I can play within — and finding out if those outer limits might be further than I think.
The perimeter of a spiraling circle, inviting me to play beyond the limits of my mind.
This is where you’ll find me.