Sometimes sameness stretches in every direction and the days open and close like readings of the book of your life that you expect, and nothing shifts even if you ache for it. Other times the sheathes of pages of days open at alarming rates and you barely understand what's happening, let alone 'get a reading' on where, what, how, when, or why.
This festive season and as we make our way into another spiralling year, the latter rather than the former predominates in my life. Sorry if I've been absent, a family crisis has created shifting and buckling and reconfigurations... and both of my beautiful children are by their choice now living with me.
Wishing you all a great year ahead, loving, warm, successful, and especially feeling good about mostly everything, yourself, your family, friends, colleagues, work, health, finances, art, the whole marvelous and spinning wonder.
Remember there is nothing, ultimately, but our love for each other.
Sheath of feeling. Words groping to touch air.
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hope your year settles down a bit in its spiraling and that it gives you some delightful surprises in your journey!
ReplyDeletehappy new year wishes to you and your children, brenda!
Dear Brenda,
ReplyDeleteHappy New Year and blessings on your home.
HUgs and smiles,
Tamar