This morning I wandered into the kitchen to start the coffee. I glanced down and saw this flirtatious stack of linens resting on a chair. Left there yesterday after they were folded. Waiting to be noticed. I love the brightness, the bigness of these colors.
A different story unfolding in the visual journal. Scraps of this and that. A copy of a journal page from 2006. Here let me glue that down.
Here is where I will jot down those good old fashioned New Year's Resolutions. It's fun to read them back the following year and see what panned out and what didn't. Some things get written down year after year. Mostly the things that require more discipline than I can muster. I like getting another chance to start all over again each year. A chance to be better, do better, try harder.
On my way up north, massive storm cells gathered behind me and on both sides. Wind rollicked the car. Silvery sheets of rain beat down. It was terrible…and beautiful. I kept my eye on the horizon. And in the end drove through a rainbow at least a mile wide. One of those land-to-land kind. A perfect arc in the sky.
That's what pulling up to the New Year feels like to me. And THAT reminds me of one of my favorite lines from my favorite author I discovered this year. I've shared it before. I'm going to put it up there at the top under Words & Inspiration. My guiding mantra as I move deeper into winter, then spring.