How shall we describe the year that
has nearly passed?
It would be easy to make reference to the blind men describing different parts of the elephant in the room, wouldn’t it? And yet, it’s true isn’t it? Does it depend on what is, is, to quote that bad monkey, Bill Clinton?
Yes, that elephant named 2025 was different for each of us. A lot of it all, out on a global level stunk, really badly. But on a personal level, we had triumphs, progress and happiness, didn’t we? I’d hazard to say that it was mostly good. I think it depends on where the gaze is directed and where the heart resides, on a higher trajectory.
I had fun this year publishing some really odd books. Hey, if I can do it, anybody can!
The vision in my mind that has persisted is of high mountain peaks rising from a dark landscape, but with the morning sunlight revealing them brilliantly, in contrast. It is a picture of my hopes for the coming year. A high country, above all else. A metaphor.
Please do comment!
You know that the cats will have plenty to say, eventually.
It would be easy to make reference to the blind men describing different parts of the elephant in the room, wouldn’t it? And yet, it’s true isn’t it? Does it depend on what is, is, to quote that bad monkey, Bill Clinton?
Yes, that elephant named 2025 was different for each of us. A lot of it all, out on a global level stunk, really badly. But on a personal level, we had triumphs, progress and happiness, didn’t we? I’d hazard to say that it was mostly good. I think it depends on where the gaze is directed and where the heart resides, on a higher trajectory.
I had fun this year publishing some really odd books. Hey, if I can do it, anybody can!
The vision in my mind that has persisted is of high mountain peaks rising from a dark landscape, but with the morning sunlight revealing them brilliantly, in contrast. It is a picture of my hopes for the coming year. A high country, above all else. A metaphor.
Please do comment!
You know that the cats will have plenty to say, eventually.
🌸
*The photo
is by flippantsmeagol on Tumblr.
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