Here on the cusp of another year, I’ve been thinking.
I’ve been thinking about the strand of days left behind and lying ahead. I’ve been thinking about how hours become seasons and how time, so intricately charted, remains invisible, a mystery measured.
I’ve been thinking about memory and hope and how now becomes then and then becomes now and how someday always seems to be someday.
I’ve been thinking about the burdens and blessings of family and how the burdens can so strangely become blessings, and vice versa. Read More»