I am not sorry to say goodbye to 2015.
No year comes without joys and sorrows, surprises, disappointments. This year just broke my heart. The world seemed to whirl in incomprehensible ways.
Close friends died and my lifelong compatriot in adventure left so unexpectedly.
In a very small community each loss diminishes us all, and we seemed to lose so many. The Harbourville "originals" leave one by one taking untold stories and other perspectives of place with them.
Moses, my dog, who shared so many of my stories, wore out and died.
Happiness is a vapid and overused concept. We all know what it means, sort of. But the pursuit of happiness seems like such a hollow pursuit.
I would rather create space for joy, though joy just seems to burst in through sorrow, uninvited to help mend a broken heart and sprinkle living with the new and the familiar possibilities that make life liveable.
The universe sent sweet infants to waiting, loving arms. I watch all of them grow with the little ones, who came before them. Dark and light times wait ahead for all of them.
I am thankful for the joy they bring all of us, from the twinkling stars with their twinkling eyes, filling all darkness with light.
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