I crawl out from 2014 feeling a bit battered. Nothing catastrophic. Just the grinding and grating of a persistent challenge that prowls and growls at my heels.
At the same time, I grasp for 2015 like a new pair of wings. White and light, bright with hope. As I reach, I lift up my battered-ness like an offering, the wilderness of ravaged places like fodder for new fire.
I’m ringing in the new year in the order of Rainer Maria Rilke who penned the words, “As you ring, what batters you becomes your strength.”
I’m ready to blaze.
Thanks for sharing you thoughts and artwork, both beautiful.
Best of wishes for a year full of much love, health and opportunities.
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I really enjoyed your New’s Year’s blog post, although my heart swelled with longing for my non-blood related, international friend family. I understand the joy of what you wrote about. Best wishes to you for great joy in 2015 and deepening of those precious friendships!
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Thank you, I am glad that at least someone understood the feelings I was trying to capture, which certainly all boil down to joy, much joy. Take care.
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As always, BEaUtiful!
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Outstanding!
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Love
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