December 29, 2005

• Benediction

  
  
  Topgal Park, Dec. 17, 2005

  All is quiet on New Year's Day
  
  A world in white is on the way
  
  Though I want to be with you
  
  be with you night and day
  
  Nothing changes on New Year's Day
  
  
  
  "New Year's Day"
  
  U2

  

  There was fury in the early days of 2005. Tsuanimi and earthquake made
  the headlines, but there was also personal turmoil that had many ready
  to bail on the new year, ready to welcome in the new days of 2006. We
  were not ready for the directions life took us. Some of us laughed
  during these early days, while others cried. Some were lost, looking
  for new directions and new horizons. In the new year, we wanted two
  things, but I don't think we ever found peace or hope. But we
  persevered in the face of fury.

  Belief goes on and on
  
  In this heartland
  
  
  
  "Heartland"
  
  U2

  

  We found the colors of life in the Spring, Summer, Fall and Winter. We
  found our own reasons to dance with the real world, in spite of all the
  unreal things that happened to us. Though the world turned, we found
  new ways to turn with it, and discovered things about ourselves that
  gave us new shades to work with. Sometimes the textures were rough.
  Occasionally the textures were soft enough to sleep on. Though we
  didn't have peace, we did find rest, and in the rest we found strength
  to dance again.

  

  Moving at the speed of life, the year became a blur. Lives changed for
  better and for worse. We said hello. We said goodbye. Did we see
  anything of the blur of life beyond the blur of our tears?

  

  In the turmoil of 2005 we prayed for something better in 2006. Are we
  prepared for our prayers to be answered? Or will we long for an easier
  time found in 2005? Will we participate in the dances of 2006, or will
  we sit back and observe the beauty found in the lives of people we
  don't even know? Anyway it goes...

  our circles are complete, and the dance goes on.

  Happy New Year! Find peace, hope and rest in the coming year. God bless us, every one.

  Amen.

  EDIT:

  I missed something important.

  I've been on xanga for over two years. Here's my first post.

  Thursday, December 11, 2003

  	A blank page... every story begins with a blank page staring at the writer. What to say, what not to say, how to say it... just so long as the point is made and the reader knows what's up with that. It's going to be interesting to see what shows up on the blank pages here. For now, adeiu. xanga Type your first post here, then click "Submit" to publish it to your Xanga Site
  	Public - 6:54 PM - add eprops - add comments - edit it - email it

  Thousands of words, dozens of poems, dozens of pix... unknown the
  number of pages that have been turned  here. How many colors? How
  many shades of grey? How many gallons of water under the bridges we
  thought we burned, only to find we needed them for the  return
  trip? We have taken the best punches 2005 could give us, and we have
  survived one more day. The moment goes on...

  So does belief. So does love. So goes faith.

  The moment will never end, long after life has faded to black.

  "Here, Sam. The last few pages are for you." Frodo Baggins - LOTR: The Return of the King

  c u next year

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