Full stop. It’s the British term for period. (The kind at the end of a sentence.)

Beginnings and endings are featuring large in my life these days. In addition to the (obvious) New Year, there are starts and stops all over the place.

Here’s what’s stopping:

My crazed travel binge is coming to a close. The impetus that threw me around our beautiful planet over and over again is starting to wane, replaced by an urge to nest. A craving for home and hearth and heart. A longing for a space and a place that feel like a warm hug. An aversion to the temporary, the tentative and the ‘Just for now…” way of being.

For those of you cringing at the thought of my drastically reduced airline elite status, worry not. My wanderlust isn’t completely gone – I’ll still be traveling to Los Angeles for school, and to Seattle for my beloved. But the humongous 30-hour treks to remote corners of the planet will be on hold for a while.

Here’s what’s starting:

* Better self-care. I have every conceivable resource available to me in terms of my physical health. It’s time to start walking my talk, and make sure middle age doesn’t start to look and feel like old age.

* Growing a local community (again). I know there are so many beautiful souls in my proximity. I want to see you!

* More writing. Books, articles and canvases filled with words (and love).

Here’s what’s starting AND stopping:

Periods. (The other kind.) Marking the era of fertility and a certain version of womanhood. In my house, we’re holding the beginning and the ending, like the brackets on something big and beautiful.

Here’s what’s weaving the whole thing together:

DEVOTION. To myself, to my loved ones, to my calling and to you.

The theme I’ve chosen for 2015 is DEVOTION. I saw the word used casually in an article and it sent shivers down my spine.

The idea had begun to call me towards the end of 2014, in the impossibility  of trying to be the best teacher, speaker, writer, mother, lover and business owner, all at the same time, while traveling more than 50% of the time. There was not enough focus, not enough commitment to what my heart wanted, and not enough nurturing to allow any of my seedlings to grow and flourish.

I heard the whisper, “Here is what you are missing…”

DEVOTION fills the space between initiation and completion.

DEVOTION feels like the opposite of the scattered energy of having your hand in waaaaay too many pots. It turns the events of your life into a prayer that honors both the present moment, and also the future of possibilities.

Without it, I waft and waver in some middle space that feels like nothing and nowhere. Busy-ness, avoidance and uncertainty suck all the air and light out of every room.

When I define my roles as mother, teacher and lover as prayers of intention, gratitude and transmission from all the Divine forces that guide me, there is no other option than to acknowledge how magical it all is. This, as clear as the recent full moon, calls for nothing short of full and outright DEVOTION.

There are full stops and new starts.

There are periods and there are periods.

There is planting, tending, listening and thanking. There is DEVOTION.

What needs to begin and what needs to end?

What sacred thing is calling for your attention?

How will you respond?

Don’t let another day (or year) go by before building a life worthy of your DEVOTION.