We make our resolutions, breathe sighs of commitment and contentment. At the stroke of midnight, all will be well. As long as we close our eyes and ears and tech toys to the realities of life on this earthly planet.
Not possible, don’t even try.
Indeed, this year of the monkey, 2016, has opened with January thieving souls left and right. Beloved musicians, writers, actors, family, friends … dollar dropping, oil falling, stocks sinking, jobs disappear, weather destroys, terror rules. Loss.
Babies born, refugees welcomed, volunteers help, jobs appear, homes rebuilt, families heal, animals rescued, smiles shared. Blue Monday passed, daylight stretches, February hovers on the horizon. Love conquers all. ❤