Enter 2017

footprints in the snow
Footprints give away unseen visitors.

The days are short,
The sun a spark,
Hung thin between
The dark and dark.

Fat snowy footsteps
Track the floor.
Milk bottles burst
Outside the door.

The river is
A frozen place
Held still beneath
The trees of lace.

The sky is low.
The wind is gray.
The radiator
Purrs all day.

—John Updike

Well here we are, a month into 2017 and I’ve given up on my New Year’s Resolutions. Actually, I didn’t make any. I know myself only too well. However, I did decide on a couple of things to put into practice. One is the practice of release. I have far too many things and the clutter is making me tired. I also need to release the cluttered thinking I’ve been doing and substitute instead helpful affirmations for the coming year: health, prosperity, love. I know I will find this far easier than trying yet another diet. And, in the light of the past few months of political unrest, my practice will be focusing on a world that works for everyone. What we need now, today, is love, and I am there. And I hope you are, too.

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