The idea of a new year always seems to lead to inner turmoil: did I accomplish enough in the old year? will I accomplish anything of value in the new year? The more I ruminate the more I feel unsettled and unsure – not the best way to begin a brand new year. In that frame of mind, I wandered over to Jeannine Atkins’ blog this morning, and read her wise post. These lines stayed with me, and comforted me: The new comes not from folding back calendar pages, or striding away from the old, but in the kind of gentle collision that reminds us we can be anyone. (Thank you, Jeannine!)
And then I wandered over to my friend Sue Clary’s Facebook page, just because her photographs of Washington County never fail to bring me peace and joy, and found this magnificent photograph, which was just what I needed to see and carry with me all day (thank you, Sue!):
Now, I feel ready to turn and face this new year, this Poetry Friday. Happy New Year, my poetry loving/sharing friends!
To the New Year