Sorrow looks back, Worry looks around, Faith looks up
~ Ralph Waldo Emerson
How will you spend the next few days? Looking back, looking around. Or . . . looking up? “So much of any year is flammable,” as the poet below most beautifully expresses. And if I looked around at my own work spaces, at all the baskets I’ve crammed with notes and slips of paper saved, photographs sent to me by someone wanting me to remember a moment we shared, in all of that what I suppose I’m keeping most is not the things themselves, but love and hope and the promise of good things to come.
Burning the Old Year