A new year brings change, difficult and easy.  We struggle to understand change in our lives.  We face it each day.  At times, perhaps, the fear holds us back.We can’t let it.  We can’t let it engulf us, or keep us from what we truly want, who we truly are.
Perhaps love is the hardest change because we feel so out of control, like we have no choice in the matter.  This is what love is.  It is a feeling, and acting on faith that our feelings are right, we make a choice.  We change.  We move forward in love.  Our lives are so intricate, fragile.

My love is moving forward.

Had I the heavens’ embroidered cloths,
Enwrought with golden and silver light,
The blue and the dim and the dark cloths
Of night and light and the half-light,
I would spread the cloths under your feet:
But I, being poor, have only my dreams;
I have spread my dreams under your feet;
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.

W.B. Yeats