Tackling another year. Or not - as Murr says here. For we can start anywhere really on tackling life anew, it is just needing the courage to do so. Making plans that never come to fruition is what we are good at and then the promised land never quite looks as we had imagined it. We should live in the moment taking pleasure when that shaft of joy strikes the soul. Count them during the day, for me early evening yesterday. The full moon spied through the black branches of a tree. I know exactly where to find it and it gives me reassurance. Looking down on a small scatter of wet leaves in the garden and then seeing the sycamore seeds shooting up, and the chuckle that is always inside me, grinning at the thought of a 100 years hence and should these tiny seedlings make it to maturity, that there would be a fully fledged wood growing through this carpet of pebbles and what would have happened to the cottage I wonder?
We are blown by the winds of misfortune, or fortune don't forget, optimism is not a bad feeling to carry round. We are in the midst of this latest drama, but it will pass and then something else will come along to fill the space left empty.
Nature is a wonderful companion in all this, one might call her contrary in her whims. We can beat ourselves for the fact that humankind created the latest tragedy but at least we take notice of our foolishness and try to make amends. It is whether the forces of good overcome the bad, and whether there is really a paradise to reach?
Lucy is sleeping soundly, I think she is fading away gently, wobbly on her feet, determined to refuse any proper dog food, the latest craze for her is porridge, and then there is of course pancakes which she always loved.
So to a Different New Year and may we all find the things we seek in the months to come. Peace and contentment to you all. xxx
And a poem echoing down through time, because where would we be without words!