Friday, January 1, 2021

Happy New Year

Waiting for the sunrise on another Friday morning. The new calendar says it’s a new day, a new month, a new year, and human nature says we hope for the best not just with each year, but with each moment. Loss and pain and grief are reminders that we are able to feel something for others as well as ourselves, which means we are still capable of great good even amidst the pain and the sorrow.

Celebrate the new in whatever way makes it meaningful. A moment of silent reflection, of gratitude, of remembrance, perhaps of someone who isn’t on the journey or in the room with you. Hope, as I have said before, is my greatest weakness… and I count that as a blessing. And I remember that a new moment, a new day, and a new year brings both promise and responsibility. I hope to make the most of both.

Peace be with all of you, and us.

One bark on “Happy New Year

  1. Fireworks are legal up here so we decided to set a few off around 6 p.m. (it’s pitch dark by then at this northern latitude), and discovered that doggo Scout is terrified of them. (We also live far from the nearest neighbor so we are pretty confident we’re not disturbing any one.) We stowed the rest of what we had planned to set off after we saw his reaction, finished the night with homemade General Tso’s chicken and a bottle of local wine, and didn’t even see 9 p.m., as usual.
    Happy New Year to all.

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