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Like
just about everyone else I'm reflecting on the year that is ending.
My first immediate response was...good; good riddance, glad for this
one to be done, just like the last one.
But
then, upon further reflection I remembered that although the state of
the economy and this nation is still depressed and struggling, that
despite the extremism that has taken hold of congress and their
contempt for the people they are supposed to represent and the powers
that be that continue to stomp on our civil rights, that even though we
continue to personally struggle to keep afloat in a climate where art
isn't even on the list of things for people to buy because the system
itself helps the rich get richer while everybody else loses their
jobs and their savings and their homes and their health and finally
their lives, that although we suffered through the worst heat and drought on
record resulting in the deaths of millions of trees; that even though
all those things and more, a lot of good things happened too and
there was a lot of joy in my life in the last 12 months.
Like...
Watching the
birds at the birdbath.
Picking food out
of the garden that I grew myself.
Rain.
Wearing my woven
plaid western style flannel shirts with the pearl snaps.
My grandkids
visiting and face timing me when they don't.
My anti-social
cat climbing in my lap for a short while when it is late and just the
two of us are up.
The small jobs
and sales, the part time job that came along just in time.
Seeing my sister
begin to emerge from her cocoon of grief.
The smiles and
friendliness of small town life.
Seeing the
finished work of my students.
Waking up in the
morning with my husband next to me.
The love and
support of my family and friends whether virtual or otherwise.
For all that and
more I am grateful.
Happy New Year
to all.
May the coming
12 months be bountiful.