A New Year
Daylight came slowly. Beyond the glass, a rare fog hung thick and milky and pregnant. It veiled the mountains, blurred the trees, lost the ground. Hushed and broody, it sunk low and deep and wide. In hidden places moving, stirring, transforming. From morning, to midday, and on toward night it hung in time suspended.
But in next morning’s inky dark sky, stars pierced through, clear and sharp and clean. A glow brightened by minutes in the eastern sky. By the faintest daylight, a world of wonder began to unfold. Every hill and valley and plain, every rise and depression; the soft and firm, the delicate and strong, everything bore an artistry. Facets, faces, vectors, crystals - exquisite geometry was etched across the landscape. By clear morning sun, even the least of the earth was draped in diamonds.
Loves, we’re in a new year. There will be difficulties. There will be dark moments. There will be challenges that we may not have known or thought we’d ever see.
But let’s never forget where beauty is born. In the blank, bleak, seemingly hopeless places, exquisite artistry forms.
There’s much, so much in this world that I don’t understand, that feels too big and too complex and too disturbing. But in spite of it all, I’ll wake to one day at a time, secure my anchors, and work ever toward kindness, empathy, care, and humble strength.
And I’ll remember, in the thick of the fog, beauty was born. When I couldn’t see, faceted miracles were in the making.
Welcome, 2021
