I think water is a good place to start on this first day of the last month of the year. Time for reflection, time for going inside and swimming around in the murky waters of what we've buried or what we haven't even seen yet. Time too, for splashing around in a little joy, given that humanity is going through serious growing pains at the moment. It's a good time for finding an even keel (so many 'juicy' metaphors with water) and doing what you can to float instead of being pulled under by the apparent tsunami of world events (ok, going a little 'overboard' now).
And just yesterday I have remembered the simple practice of gratefulness, of gratitude for just a moment of beauty, a moment of quiet, a moment of ease. I even remember to thank that which is showing me something different, teaching me to stretch, I remember that these moments are moments out of time, beyond time, resting in the infinite. In those moments, I remember mySelf and I am Home.