The new year has come, and with the cold days of winter, new journeys and paths open up. Old doors close, others in the meantime open. All things are changing, and under the snow, crocuses, daffodils and buds yearn to break free. Such a metaphor for life! Winter is a pensive time, a time for thought and understanding that bare branches hold green leaves. This month, I'll be heading for a respite from ice and cold here to warm sunshine in Sarasota, Florida again...thanks to a generous friend who's a supporter of the arts. In driving those many miles betwixt here and there, I'll take time to think about all roads, including those that are metaphysical. As ever, I'll be taking the one less traveled, and that will make all the difference. What's your road ahead?
“When it's over, I want to say: all my life
I was a bride married to amazement.
I was the bridegroom, taking the world into my arms.
When it is over, I don't want to wonder
if I have made of my life something particular, and real.
I don't want to find myself sighing and frightened,
or full of argument.
I don't want to end up simply having visited this world.”
~ Mary Oliver
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