An inward pause.
Standing still. Taking a slow, deep breath.
Silently witnessing as one year withers and a new one unfurls.
The annual undulation; time and space between thoughts, between plans and projects, between seasons, between years.
A reflective time, quiet and dark and moody. Open or closed, the eyes refrain from looking out there, and are instead drawn within. Somehow sightless, you soundlessly feel your way through heavy fog, sensing your place along your inner journey, as the cold dark river rages through your veins, intuitively and instinctually, as is the nature of things this time of year.
In winter she sleeps
Fragrant bright and wild.
Where have you been?
Where are you going?
And most pressing and pertinent of all:
Where are you right now?
Until next time,
With love, always love,
Gin
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Our Universalist minister’s sermon last Sunday was on “leading a dilberate life” focusing on what you are doing and its effect on others. At the end of the year, I’m thinking about where I am, where I am going, and how can I serve myself and others better.
You are so right on… I think of this often. On my fridge, I have a magnet with the MLK quote: “What are you doing for others?” Most days I feel my answer is, “not enough.” And sometimes I feel as if sharing words, and photos, are all I have to offer.
Happy New Year to you and yours. Two of the places I cherish most were flooded last week — the American Cancer Society Discovery Shop where I volunteer and the Church I attend, both on Hartnell Avenue. I know we will get through this, but right now (with rain coming down again) it seems a long way off. I am looking at the cover of your Weekly Planner, and can’t wait to dig in and use it to plan my tomorrows. Thanks for just being you, Gin.
Oh Janet – that is horrible! I am so sorry to read about the flooding and the damage, and it being so close to home and heart. Praying that no one was physically hurt in the process, but I so understand the loss and devastation all the same. These are wild times. Be safe. Find goodness. Share goodness. Be grateful for what we have, and we have so much. I don’t know if that helps, but it seems somehow pressing that we remember that goodness. The harder the times, the more pertinent that is.
Love,
Gin