I'm resolute that I'll let joy arrive
at its own pace, I'll not ask it to rush,
nor will I turn away from the less joyous.
Everything comes at its appointed time.
I'll wait and learn. To keep the flame alive
whatever is served. Not let months crush
the night flowers slow blooming in darkness,
the rivermagic supreme and sublime.
And I'll learn to listen more acutely,
to love deeper, in more effacing ways.
Make sure my love is felt, not seen nor heard -
I'll erase the extras most resolutely
till less than joyous also feels like grace,
beyond the need to spell it out in words.
Well, here we are - the first post of the year. Hope you've had a brilliant time these past holidays and that those good things are going to repeat throughout the year. Wishing you lots of happies and merries in 2025.
I don't really make resolutions, New Year or otherwise, the above is pure poetic licence overload. Mainly because I suck at keeping them. However, the general idea is to do a bit better, to learn something new and go someplace new. To work on the patience quotient, which, after decades, is still not at an acceptable level. And the less said the better on the detachment/decluttering index, yikes. Work in progress, work in progress. Sigh.
Do you make New Year resolutions? Tell me the secret to not fail at them.
