I keep seeing the posts coming in: wishes well for the year ahead or blessings counted for the one that passed…or heartbreaking accounts of why we so desperately want to place 2017 firmly in the past.
I tried to write one of these, all three versions. But nothing. It seems I’ve lost my words. I’m not sure why. I wish I could get them back or out or whatever needs to happen. But they also seem to be stuck firmly in the past at the present moment.
So for now, I’ll steal more words from others who have fed my soul… and saved it at times.
But this one you’ll like. It’s for the future I have to look forward to and the gift of the present I have to get there.