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I like to imagine I have met some of you in the easy happenstance of sharing a seat on a train to nowhere in particular, our thoughts mingling with other travelers’ in easy conversation. From my window I can see the world outside pass by and I craft stories to accompany the figures. Then the train slows, I gather myself to join the fray of activity. In these moments between movement I construct expectations, shifting from stillness, following a direction that invites momentum.

So too as this year comes to an end I gather myself, moving seamlessly from old to new as the minute hand dances round the clock sweeping us into the future while holding us in the present; strangers and friends tethered by strings of thought that hang delicately in the air between us.

As eagerly as I presented my ticket, mapping a journey of intention, I turn the page of my calendar inviting life to unmarked days ahead. I carry my lessons in preparation for new experiences and marvel momentarily at the boundless possibility of days yet unwritten. Travelers and time move forward, goodbyes and greetings overlapping as our paths intersect. To my fellow travelers, may the New Year welcome your hopes and dreams with generosity, your fears and troubles with compassion, your joy and peace with harmony.

Tagged: Musings, New Year