2026: Year of the Fire Horse

All hail the Fire Horse. 
The Fire Horse? 
Does this mean that I'm the Fire Horse, or the year is the Fire Horse? 2025 was a rough one all the way around, a gnarly jagged diamond where every single facet was a lil' slice of hell. No one was spared, we all got our asses handed to us. Nice to leave that behind, fair and square. 

In that case, I guess we may all be a bunch of plebeians hoping not to get bucked off of the 365 days of whatever's now 2026. It's only day 2, so there's no guessing the temperament of 2026 quite yet. Pay close attention, because one cannot train, or ride, or whisper any horse one doesn't know. 

I'm letting my hair grow, it was shaved into a defiant mohawk for so long that it seems a bit of long, unkempt, disheveled, unsophisticated, vulgar tendencies are needed for the here and now. Besides, when I was in the hospital and experiencing other challenges, trying to schedule and show up for haircuts just got in the way of all my thoughts. Long hair don't care. 

Spent time up north for the holidays, and while listening to the dirt and inspecting the trees, some wildness yawned and woke up inside my person. It didn't need to explain itself, I am so revived. Tonight is a full moon, not that you can see it through the rain, but it's there, somewhere behind all those clouds. Its light reminds myself and you too (if you believe in that moon stuff) to put down what you don't need to carry. 

Happy New Year