Approaching the New Year with trepidation.
Perchance the 13 is unlucky even in years.
I peruse my diary.
More loss than gain
The final sum.
We did have glorious times.
A Europe trip, the brightest jewel.
A writing group encouraging
Mindfulness, a book written
The final tally.
We bring with us into the new,
Not a clean slate, but the leftovers of life
A friend with cancer, fighting,
A friend missing, foul play.
Nothing adds up.
Except for the friendships
born and renewed.
Family times cherished,
Engraved on our hearts
- December 29 – This Week’s Top Five at Five Including Weekly Freebies! (teacherlingo.com)
- Estranged friends. (fredymalarky88888creations.com)
I cannot dwell on
Who defines greatness
But bask in the memory
That I have lived in it’s time.
Today I am mindful of memories of warmer climes,
Warm breezes, cold lemonade and daisies.
I feel regret for things that no longer are
Or will be exactly so again.
As I focus on the memories, I press them to my heart
Crushing the sweet fragrance of their blooms and inhale
Photo: Val Letkeman
I have discovered Eunoia.
Perhaps it has discovered me.
A beautiful well-minded word,
It’s hard to tell but, it makes it’s Amazing Effort Involving Offering Understanding,
And sometimes in love it Yields.
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- Welcome to Eunoia Solstice (eunoiasolstice.com)
- Performance Artist. Lisa Park – “Eunoia” (Laura Hyatt) (rachelstovold.wordpress.com)