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thoughts as the new year begins…

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Simple and few…or trying to keep it that way. For looking back over the last year or two, I see a confusion of lovely ideas and offerings and advice that I invited into my eyes and mind and hours. And as the year came to its end, I noticed the same sort of fullness in my senses as I have felt in my body lately after the usual holiday indulgence.

So much deliciousness! Yet at some point, too much.

After more than twelve years of online life and business and all of its shifts and changes, some that have taken awhile to sink in (or spill over, if I stay with the fullness image), I find myself on a quiet threshold of wanting to get back or make my way to a small, open, wind-kissed path free from the mire and briar of monetizing, marketing, messages, ads and strategies.You may not see much of that here, but it surrounds and seeps in anyone’s wanderings…around the web, in bookstores and cafes…we even see it when we drive our roads as ranting, hand-painted signs have sprung up here and there in recent years.

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Like the blooming spring flowers I gathered yesterday that sit in the glow of our Christmas tree’s lights, the world more often than in the past can feel bewildering, in the midst of its ever-constant beauty. I live in the countryside, with all its dear and ancient associations…but as I take in the view of gentle green curves, my spirit’s response is not untouched by the knowledge of the chemicals, poisons and unknown effects of the GMO seeds planted there, year after year.

It was a joy and blessing to be home this New Years Eve, to open the door to it in safety…but not unalloyed joy as I heard the staccato of automatic weapons join the usual chorus of fireworks booming and saw the red beam of yet another tower planted on the land through the winter-bare trees.

Without burying my head in the sand, or abandoning the “world” because of its complexities, it feels important to me to choose more carefully which paths I turn down and which provisions I take along with me as 2016 begins. I am seeking a sweet sufficiency.

Here, that will look like the adding of a few things as I can easefully manage them. A blogroll will be the first addition, as I want to leave bloglovin’ as soon as I can. It is one of the many places that over the years has become too shiny and pressing with its materialism and offers. But in the way of things, (and unlike how easy and uncomplicated a thing it was in old Blogger days) such a small thing is proving a bit of a tangle to figure out.

But I will sort it out, for I am determined to keep discovering and creating paths and places and ways of wholesomeness and peace where we can take shelter for a spell, catch our breath and plot out our next steps as we journey on with our loving and creating.

Ah well, my thoughts are not so simple or few, as it turns out! : ) But my intentions are. And I shall see you here again soon when I pause again on some inviting overlook or sit with back against a sturdy signpost and rest and sip from my thermos and look for my sister wayfarers….

as the New Year nears…

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…I came here to try to write the sort of post I want to read at this time of the year. Instead, I look through photos from our Christmastide and listen to this over and over again. Not because of its words…tho’ some reach out to me…

“Early in the morning, our song shall rise to thee”

“earth and sky and sea”

“there is a sigh at the sight of thee”

…it is more the hushed, hopeful, expectant feeling of the music that speaks what my spirit would, if it could.

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I turn the pages of my book as each of the Twelve Days arrives, watching the buds of the narcissus grow and swell, seemingly anxious to bloom…while I would gladly accept another week of watching and waiting, if it were offered to me.

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There are some plans being made…or at least…pages to receive them being fashioned and readied. And when I find myself wishing (again!) for the extra week to “prepare,” I remember that my New Year will begin whenever it arrives within me.

Just like the Christmas spirit, which doesn’t always turn up when expected, my New Year often walks in the door weeks after the midnight I stand on our threshold, listening for the sounds of celebration coming across the fields.

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I’ll leave you with my favorite New Year’s thoughts, and will be back over the weekend, when I dearly hope to have got a firmer grasp upon some of the plans and dreams I have for this place and all of my others and can share them with you.

“On New Year’s Eve I am at home to the Future. I wait to hear her ring the doorbell of the world.

I only do expectant things on this evening. I write a letter to an unknown person who has done something that I admire, a person whom I would like to know. I make two New Year resolutions, one rather idealistic, the other extremely practical. the former is more for special occasions; the latter is for rough, everyday use. “To stop accumulating bundles when I travel,”  has been a very successful resolve of the latter type. Another in the same category I recommend highly, “When in small towns to use my mouth for purposes of food and ventilation only.”

There is no hurry on this evening. With much leisure I make preparation for the guest who is to come and for the gifts that she will bring. I set my house in order. There is always a keen sense of failure when I find that its appointments are so meager, its proportions so inadequate. I would have my house more in keeping with the royal character of my guest.

Before I am aware of her approach, a mighty shouting heralds her coming; I open the door. The gorgeous guest from afar sweeps in. In her hands are her gifts – the gift of hours and far-seeing moments, the gift of mornings and evenings, the gift of spring and summer, the gift of autumn and winter. She must have searched the heavens for boons so rare.

What happiness there is when I awake to find near me the gift of a Morning!”

Ceremonials of Common Days

-Abbie Graham

1922

With warm wishes and hope for us all that our arms and eyes and heart remain wide-open to receive all the gifts that come our way. You are one of mine…