On the turning of 2023, I’m saving that which is worth saving: the worn memory of pine trees and family, the old song where the days are longer and nights are stronger, the heirloom scrapbook with imprints of ancestors in cracked bindings and faded pages.
It’s easy to forget such things as life slip slides away – ever so briskly now – and that’s when I recall a story from Henry Shukman’s One Blade of Grass: A Zen Memoir, and his writing that after months in earnest meditation he heard a phrase ring out from the silence, “Everything is going to be alright.”
I want to use this as a patch for the year approaching, as 2024’s moorings appear tilted and rattled.
So I tell I . . .
Stop.
Look.
Listen.
Darn and patch.
It is all alright, it always has been, and it always will be.FullSizeRender
Feliz Año Nuevo
What did you notice here? I welcome your thoughts.