Emily Dickinson, she of equal parts quirk and quote, wrote ”Not knowing when the dawn will come, I open every door.”
We’ve spent so much of this past year hunkering down in our burrows ~ battening down our hatches ~ isolating.
We’ve found ourselves homesick whilst homebound ~ separate while technologically linked.
Yearning, each of us, for that sense of self so dependent on connection with others.
And now 2020 runs out, finally.
We carry into the New Year such grievance and grief over all we’ve lost, and we tamp down our hope in fear it might tempt Fate.
But raise your spirits, friends.
As this curious year ticks out its very last moments, I can’t help but think we must all be willing to open every door and welcome in the dawning of this coming year.
For every year, even this one passing into darkness now, has miracle and magic in it.
We wish you moments as joyous as Henri’s birth ~ as inspiring as Johannes’ PPE donations ~ as beautiful as the sound of bells rung in unity for our front line.
Wishing you and yours a Happy New Year!
Prosit Neujahr!
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