The sound of rain swept into my consciousness this morning
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A new year is like a gift basket filled with delicious edible possibilities. Maybe yours is filled, by a thoughtful hand, with strawberries dipped in chocolate, a jar of homemade jam, fresh bread hot from the oven, and spring grass butter. There’s caviar in dark glass and a lobster too, his pinching claws rubber-banded shut. Cuban cigars have been included and a bottle of Glenfidditch 12 Year Old single malt Scotch (metaphors all).
Most of the pleasures awaiting you in any given year are perishable. Make sure you use them. Don’t just put the gift basket up on a shelf and miss out on all the goodies when another year has come and gone with all your goodies put away and not having been touched at all before their expiration date has passed.
This year is a gift. Use it before it expires.
Happy New Year!
Ascending with Serenity by Michael Maier
Bow and String
By Annette Marie Hyder
She gave of herself in celebrating the new year and the old, a wing to bow her instrument and her voice made up the strings. She kept her heart for she knew in the year ahead she’d need it for many a thing. She danced to the music of the dying year, a song surprisingly filled with joy. It sparkled and crashed like the waves of eternity’s sea as she watched the sun rise on the brink of change and 2014’s dawn.
May your New Year’s Eve be equal parts celebration and reflection!