"When everything else has gone from my brain ... what will be left, I believe, is topology: the dreaming memory of land as it lay this way and that." Annie Dillard
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Sunday, January 1, 2012
New Year
The balmy temperatures of the last few weeks mean that cherry trees are blossoming and daffodils are peaking through the soil. Worries about global warming aside, it's a nice way to greet the new year — with new growth, new life.
As I write, sun pours through the kitchen window making rainbows through a prism. We still have the holiday place mats, candles and poinsettia on the table and the Christmas tree lights up a normally dark corner of the living room. There is, then, a feeling of fullness.
I just came in from a brisk walk through the neighborhood. Resolutions are wafting through my head. I'm surrounded by people I love. So all is well this first morning of 2012.