One would think that to write on the topic of either the old year just passed (especially one containing a worldwide pandemic) or the new one just entered into, would be a snap.
But as I have, the last few days, begun word document after word document with various opening statements, declarative assertions, and pensive ponderings, nothing seems to suffice.
Maybe it’s just been that kind of year: one, in the end, not for words (certainly we had our fill and overkill of them in 2020).
And maybe that’s the best approach for the brand new year we are beginning: less words.
A 2021 that is minimalist in the push and pressure to post, picture and podcast.
Twelve months, perhaps, of tuning in less and turning out more: more listening to music and meadows; more silence; more assertiveness on our part that lines up our ideals with our actions instead of just our words.
And so with that, I wish you, in three simple but joyful words:
Happy New Year.
copyright Barb Harwood
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