Happy New Year
I read of one person who tried to finish out the year by completing all the tasks they had set up for themselves so that the new year started out fresh. On the surface that sounds like a good idea, but I expect that we always drag along some things from the previous year and the years that preceded the one just finished.
Certainly setting my art space in order, getting rid of the clutter, finishing the two books I’ve been reading, albeit slowly because I keep reading other books, scanning the articles I clipped from newspapers and magazines, collecting new recipes, getting my photos in order, writing a book review, and and and…
If I ordered my art space it wouldn’t last a week before it relaxed into a shape that works, there will always be two books I start and keep putting aside to read other books, when I scan the pile of articles in my brown envelope I’ll have already stacked some more in a pile, I’ll always be talking about collecting new recipes as I’m cooking a familiar recipe, because I keep adding to my photos and changing how I order them it will always be a work not yet completed.
Today is the last day of 2012 and I’ve written a blog post for every day.
I pull some things with me into 2013, some aren’t pulled but come gently, and others are like burrs that adhere.
When I look back over the year I’m thankful for the year —filled with love and undone things that will patiently wait until next year.
Perhaps 2013 will be the year that…or…or..
Certainly setting my art space in order, getting rid of the clutter, finishing the two books I’ve been reading, albeit slowly because I keep reading other books, scanning the articles I clipped from newspapers and magazines, collecting new recipes, getting my photos in order, writing a book review, and and and…
If I ordered my art space it wouldn’t last a week before it relaxed into a shape that works, there will always be two books I start and keep putting aside to read other books, when I scan the pile of articles in my brown envelope I’ll have already stacked some more in a pile, I’ll always be talking about collecting new recipes as I’m cooking a familiar recipe, because I keep adding to my photos and changing how I order them it will always be a work not yet completed.
Today is the last day of 2012 and I’ve written a blog post for every day.
I pull some things with me into 2013, some aren’t pulled but come gently, and others are like burrs that adhere.
When I look back over the year I’m thankful for the year —filled with love and undone things that will patiently wait until next year.
Perhaps 2013 will be the year that…or…or..
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