Dear Maker of all time, as this year ends help me remember each day is in You. I am sorry for those I have hurt, and those times I’ve lacked the courage to say ‘no’ to actions witnessed, that hurt others. In the year to come help me see beauty in the ordinary, and know borders only as places in my garden where mutuality and kindness abide. Whenever I encounter abuse hold steady the spirit of truth within me; give me voice. May suffering find healing. Help me not pine for what I do not possess, but honour the abundance I already have and in turn give generously to others. Help me let go the need of approval from others and know the hard edges of self, the humbleness of earth, that upside down is right way up when living the mystery of being fashioned by You in Your time, and in Your hands.