Happy New Year

Another fresh new year is here …
To banish worry, doubt and fear
To love and laugh and give

This bright new year is given me
To live each day with zest …
to daily grow and try to be
My highest and my best

I have the opportunity
Once more to right some wrongs
To pray for peace, to plant a tree
And sing more joyful songs
William Ward
I have absolutely no idea what was wrong with my computer, if it has been remedied, or if it will crap out on me in the next second. In whatever window of opportunity I have, I wish us all God's speed as we start a new year and a new decade.
The slate has been wiped clean. We are invited to make a mark. Will it big and bold? Or simply initials in an unseen corner- a reminder that we were here?
What lies in front of us? What adventures await? What roads will we take? Will we travel the path that others have made, or strike out on our own?
Last summer my blog friend took the picture I put on my header. (Hope that's okay, Sorrow!) I love its simplicity, though I seem to remember the actual taking of the picture was a bit of an adventure. The photo seems appropriate for the beginning of a new year. Standing at the gate, one can go forward (toward the ocean) or back (to something unseen). Wide open and full of promise, the beach beckons. Yet, like taking off our shoes before crossing the sand to dip our toes in the ocean, must we leave some excess baggage at the gate? When the clock strikes 12, will join with me as I head towards the ocean? Don't look back, it's a brand new day.
I have resolved to make no resolutions. Instead I want to savor each day as it comes and crawl into bed each night with a grateful heart. For each of you, and for me, my prayer is for a life rich with joy and a world at peace.
Wishing for you a year filled with blessings,
Merry ME

Comments

Fire Byrd said…
Lovely just lovely, no more words to say I'm just nodding in agreement.
xx
January 1, 2010 at 4:43 AM
Molly said…
Happy New Year! the photo is lovely!!
January 1, 2010 at 10:09 PM
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