I stood at the sea on the long last day of the year, and I tried not to weep. It wasn't easy. I don't weep so much for the voices of evil as for the silence of the good. But the sea was beautiful, old, and for that moment gentle. The sky went on and on, a contented ghost of the ocean. I'll find my hope in that, and try to hold on to tides, breezes, wild songs and wild dreams.
This morning the new year, is calm and seems friendly. And of course the year itself holds nothing against us, but yearns for us to do all the good we can for ourselves. I don't believe in having a word of the year, I want instead to untangle the words 2017 has threaded through its light and its quiet shadows. I know they will be, as they always are, hope, promise, offering, opening, love.
Here are some lovely things to inspire you for 2017 ...
Allman Brown and Liz Lawrence : Sons and Daughters music
Holly Lucero : Monstrous Dogs art
The Soul of Bones folklore
A letter from Gaza to Standing Rock humanity
Foxy Chest etsy store