In North America, we have come out of the longest and darkness night of the year.
From here on in it only gets brighter.
Deify the light; acknowledge the dim.
Christmas is but a few days away, the high holidays close, and the spirit of the season is building. In all our cultures, there are so many good and wonderful days ahead.
I wish you and your families and friends — those who are close and them far away — everlasting love and community in the days and years to follow.
Incomplete thoughts, generally, complete me. Always, in my time.
Casually or constructively, I write what I think (or what I want to think) until it all falls together.
The unfinished thoughts – those bruised, blemished declarations, replete with erroneous expectations or rough edges – often lay latent in my journal. For a time.
Often intrusively confusing and so full of questions, the mandate of the message lacks even muffled clarity.
The early morning walk is comfortable and convenient. I arrive to hot and delicious coffee.
The city comes alive as I sit and write out my thoughts. I listen but pay little attention to other customers as they walk in to claim a morning cup of bravery.
This time is mine.
I write, generally here, first thing every morning.
I write every damn day. Some days it is difficult, but today the words seem to flow. I’ve got things to do later but, for now, this is where I am. It is important to me.
Intentions and expectations, at this moment, do not seem to matter.
