Note to self

Welcome 2021?

Good riddance 2020, out with the old, in with the new, or is it? I saw one cartoon that showed a couple getting comfy in front of their telly: “Ready for Season 2 of the Grand Pandemic…”

Before the pandemic I would not have considered myself one of the lucky ones, being holed up in one place, not being able to travel, not visiting family and friends. But that’s what it has come to. Escaping the virus until the vaccine puts an end to this remarkable incision, since we are not capable of kicking it otherwise. That’s the motto.

Bison, Yellowstone

I am not looking forward to another year of restrictions. Do you? Instead of looking forward maybe I should keep looking backwards, into the past. Displace the uncomfortable future with pleasant memories. There is something to be said about reminding ourselves about better days. Today, I came across this bison stumping through belly-high snow in Yellowstone National Park, where it can get bitter cold in the winter. They put their head down into the snow in search of some dry grass in order to survive until next spring, when life becomes vibrant and carefree. Maybe we are in such a cycle, where all we can do is put our head down and plow ahead until life as we knew it returns.


“And now we welcome the New Year,

full of things that have never been”

Rainer Maria Rilke


May it be a happy and healthy one.

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This is What You Shall Do

Love the earth and sun and the animals, despise riches, give alms to every one that asks, stand up for the stupid and crazy, devote your income and labor to others, hate tyrants, argue not concerning God, have patience and indulgence toward the people, take off your hat to nothing known or unknown or to any man or number of men, go freely with powerful uneducated persons and with the young and with the mothers of families, read these leaves in the open air every season of every year of your life, re-examine all you have been told at school or church or in any book, dismiss whatever insults your own soul, and your very flesh shall be a great poem and have the richest fluency not only in its words but in the silent lines of its lips and face and between the lashes of your eyes and in every motion and joint of your body.”

Walt Whitman

What will the New Year bring?

More of the same?

Something new?

Do I have a say in this?

It may be worthwhile coming back to Walt Whitman’s quote throughout the year and revisit…

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