For my friends

Today, as  on many days, I am grateful for my friends. I am grateful for the richness of friendship, how it is almost overwhelming in its capacity to make any day a triumphant and celebratory day, to make all the shattered bits of me feel whole and warm and good.

For N & K
by Gina Myers
Otis on vinyl carries from the barn. Blessed is this day. The camera captures us youthful & triumphant. Blessed be this day, a celebration of friends coming together. Last night, surrounded by those I love, I had wanted to read Berrigan’s “Words For Love,” but I didn’t want to say the heart breaks, even though I know it’s true & the breaking can be a good thing sometimes, like the way my heart shatters a little each time I think of my friends & how lucky in life I’ve been to get to know them, to have had the time to laugh & drink & dance & to argue & feel hurt too. How can one possibly say everything that should be said? These feelings just feelings, not defined by words. To be overwhelmed, caught in a whirlwind & up to one’s ankles in the creek as lightning bugs polka-dot the sky & Otis, again Otis, always Otis in my memory, provides the soundtrack. Not every day can be a good day but this is one of them, one of the best days.

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Thanks for being part of this new year

The Year 

by Ella Wheeler Wilcox

 

What can be said in New Year rhymes,
That’s not been said a thousand times?

The new years come, the old years go,
We know we dream, we dream we know.

We rise up laughing with the light,
We lie down weeping with the night.

We hug the world until it stings,
We curse it then and sigh for wings.

We live, we love, we woo, we wed,
We wreathe our brides, we sheet our dead.

We laugh, we weep, we hope, we fear,
And that’s the burden of the year.

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