Today is the first day in over a month where I feel myself emerging — it’s been a long haul of overwork and illness, and while still a bit stuffy, I finally feel hopeful as I see the light at the end of the tunnel. Accordingly, I just had to do something as I haven’t been able to do much of anything for over a month! So even though my voice is still not quite clear, here’s a bit of a By and By offering…

I wrote this a few years ago on New Year’s Eve but the cadence and the language still resonates for me.

Hope for the Best

I am not resolute.
I hope for the best.
I linger in the quietness until worry spurs my tightened chest.

I sit among my papers waiting for motivation to rush to me as if I were sorely missed and then, then I could attend to the sorting and the tidying that I glibly declare I shall complete. What a treat! To start the new year clean…

David cannot wait.
It’s just another year for me — growth and more maturity.

I need not reflect.
I hope for the best.
I cherish my loves, and their lovliness.

Not at all tired, I spy a satellite, or a star it seems, in the brief visible patch of sky between the window and the window pane, and upon that I medidate until I fall asleep. These days, they are active, my dreams.

Today is not the head.
‘Tis merely the turn of the calendar page and the date of my age. I have no intention to change.

I do not project.
I hope for the best.