I decided not to make any new years resolutions this year. I really think those sorts of goals tend to be about achieving 'things'. Those sorts of goals have their place, of course, but I wanted to think more about ways of being. I thought maybe I would pick one word. Just one, and embrace it as much as I could. I figured I would be able to remember one word on a daily basis, thus giving me a much better chance of actually being mindful about how I live. That word was love. Love for friends and family is usually pretty easy but this year I want to extend past that. I'm interested in giving love to people you don't know; the checkout girl at the supermarket, your bus driver, the librarian who checks out your books, the small child who grins at you on the street, the dog tied up outside the shop, the lady at the post office, the lonely old man sitting by himself, the baby bird standing in a busy car park. How many times a day do we have the opportunity to give love? Hundreds. And the great thing about love is that it lends itself so easily to kindness and compassion. If we can learn to give these things away, surely we can learn to give them to ourselves too. That would be the real miracle.