The last day of this year dawns cold and misty. It’s been a hard year in many ways, and yet a precious and beautiful year for me personally, and for those to whom I’m closest. I have held that contrast close, aware of our great and fragile blessings. For those who suffer and struggle, may the New Year bring hope and green beginnings.
Here are a few stanzas from Denise Levertov’s exquisite poem “Gloria” to welcome the New Year.
god or the gods, the unknown,
that which imagined us, which stays
our murderous hand,
and gives us
in the shadow of death,
our daily life,
and the dream still
of goodwill, of peace on earth.
I found raccoon tracks, frozen in the snow, and followed them, their usual nocturnal journeys revealed in black and white: