Now auld acquaintance is being remembered in an abrupt flurry, as holiday letters still trickle in, and cards bearing wishes for a new year are still owed. It might ring a bit hollow to wish anyone “happy” with instability, wars and rumors of war on the horizon, but inertia, with its adjacent siblings, indifference and apathy, may for some eventually lead to a kind of dull contentment. It will be the furthest thing from joy, but for some, it is a familiar numbness, the life of an object at rest continuing to be so.
No so for the resistant.
For those on the lip of the crucible, the days to come are the challenge of furnace flame to test our mettle. At the metaphoric portal of the new year, let us prepare ourselves for the plunge.
sufficient unto the day
peace. sit with the now
here, there is no “then.” Elsewhere
waits tomorrow’s strength