For the past week or so, I’ve been playing around with words, exploring meanings and synonyms, consulting dictionaries, thesauruses, poetry and other books for the single word that will serve as my guiding intention for 2020. It’s a practice introduced to me by a friend nearly ten years ago, and one I have embraced wholeheartedly. Unlike the old practice of making new year’s resolutions, choosing a single, guiding word has become an enduring annual practice that has stuck. It takes time, thought, and patience, but I find the process of choosing the one word that will frame my intentions forces me into much deeper thought and consideration than the many new year’s resolutions I used to write, which often were forgotten by February.
Choosing a single word to frame the practices or actions for the coming year is not, I’ve discovered, an easy task. Each year, sooner after the busy holidays, I begin the process. I review words I’ve chosen over the past several years, remembering what I wanted to achieve, why the word captured my intentions. Then I think about what’s changed in the current year or what I would like to do differently. I spend time writing, fooling around with words, as I brainstorm, consult the dictionary, thesaurus, books from my shelves and favorite poems, hoping “the”word will suddenly be discovered. Yet it never happens quite that way.
What happens is an inevitable process that leads me into deeper territory, forcing me to articulate how I want to live or what I hope to accomplish in the new year ahead, reflect and reconsider my choice of a word. Several pages of my notebook now have several words listed on different pages, quotes from poets and writers, musings on the past year, as the intentions I have for the year ahead.
Last year, my word was “flourish,” which emerged after a year of preoccupation with my health and my husband’s. I look at it now as I write, feeling a sense of having been true to my intent: volunteering, leading workshops, traveling, and ensuring my days were active as much as possible. At the same time, the past year had its stresses: having our apartment flooded three times in the summer by with leaking caused by a forgetful tenant living above us, thus prompting yet another move, the third in three years, and despite looking forward to a different apartment, moving is simply a source of stress. I spent much of December with an aching back, packing and unpacking, irritable and tense, eager to put my life back in order and restore some sense of calm.
Several days ago, I began the process of choosing my word for the coming year, writing each morning before dawn, when I have the quiet and solitude to truly think and reflect. Words like balance, quiet, stillness, serenity and peaceful appeared on my growing list. I turned again to the book, The Art of Stillness (2014), by writer Pico Iyer. Stillness, he reminds us, is taking the time to be fully present in the moment, a time to clear away the static, clarify and discover what is truly important. As Iyer says, taking that time “isn’t about turning your back on the world; it’s about stepping away now and then so that you can see the world more clearly and love it more deeply.”
Of the little words that come out of the silence, like prayers
prayed back to the one who prays,
make a poem that does not disturb
the silence from which it came.
― Wendell Berry, “How to Be A Poet (To Remind Myself,” in Given, 2006)
I kept exploring, writing, and reflecting on what I want for the year ahead. More words appeared on my list, then this notation: “A state of calm is what keeps cropping up for me as I consider these guiding word possibilities for 2020. Calmness, breath, quiet in heart and in mind…” “When you are calm…still,” Buddhist teacher Ticht Nhat Hahn wrote, “you see things as they truly are.” His words were similar to those of the Dali Lama: “The greater the level of calmness of our mind, the greater our peace of mind, the greater our ability to enjoy a happy and joyful life.”
Last night I shared my word search with my husband. “I keep returning to the sense or state of calm,” I said, then listing some of the synonyms I’d been exploring.
“Calm sounds like a good word,” he said. Yes, I thought, but is it calm or is it stillness? I went to bed last night with the words playing in my head. “Breathing in, I calm body and mind,” Ticht Nhat Hahn said. “Breathing out I smile.”
This morning, I returned to my list of words once more, finally settling on “calm” as my word for 2020. Its synonyms include stillness, tranquility, and serenity. I have typed it out and placed it it in a small two-inch frame that sits on my desk next to my computer, a daily reminder of the peacefulness and quiet I want to incorporate more fully in my daily life–particularly on the heels of some very stressful months. It is that calm, the quiet in heart and mind, that is so important, not only to my creative life, but to my life as a whole. I am reminded of Wendell Berry’s wisdom, expressed in his book of poems, The Timbered Choir (1999)
…“Best of any song
is bird song
in the quiet, but first
you must have the quiet.” – p. 207
As we celebrate the passing of another year, I wish you a year of peacefulness, healing and new joys! Happy New Year, 2020!
- Do you practice the “one word” exercise for the year ahead? If so, why have you chosen the word you have for 2020? Write about your process of choosing your single word.
- If not, why not try defining your intention for the new year in the “one word” exercise. What one word can serve to guide your intentions for the year ahead? It may take more than a few attempts, but enjoy the process of finding that single word that crystallizes your hopes and intentions for 2020.
- Once you have chosen your word, then write for 20 or 30 minutes and explore the “why” behind your word.
- What meaning does it hold? What memories or images spring to mind? I invite you to share your word choice and a few sentences about it in reply to this week’s blog. Frame or post your word where you can see it on a daily basis.
The Way It Is
There’s a thread you follow. It goes among
things that change. But it doesn’t change.
People wonder about what you are pursuing.
You have to explain about the thread.
But it is hard for others to see.
While you hold it you can’t get lost.
Tragedies happen; people get hurt
or die; and you suffer and get old.
Nothing you do can stop time’s unfolding.
You don’t ever let go of the thread.
By William Stafford, from The Way It Is, 1998