The last sunrise of 2020 seems to be saying forgive me, be grateful. Have hope.
Papa Bob is getting his Covid vaccine at noon today. Is that not perfect? I’m looking forward to a family Zoom tonight with my five children to ring out the old and ring in the new with a little bubbly (for the Alaskans) and some coffee (for the Australian.)
I’m also very happy that Chip rises early and lights the fire, and that Pearl is still holding tight to that stick (and the skip in her step) at nine years old, and that Trixie stays on my heels, always. And even with all that has happened, I always look to these hills for strength and solace.
And thank you, too– for reading what I write. (It’s nice to know I’m not talking to myself all the time.)
Ring the bells that still can ring.
Forget your perfect offering.
There is a crack, a crack in everything.
That’s how the light gets in. – Leonard Cohen
(And the lynx story? Let’s begin the New Year with that one, since it is astonishing and has a happy ending.)
