The eve of the eve
It’s about 9:45 p.m. on December 30. I am looking east out the window and the moon has disappeared behind the clouds.
She is likely tired from her gloriousness earlier this week.
In a little more than 24 hours 2020 will be no more. It will be the past. A past, like others, holds within it memories and moments that have changed us all. Whether we want to believe or acknowledge it, we have all been touched in some way that has us being more or less of what we were when the year began.
I know I am more and less of what I was and I can tell the change is not complete.
As the clock ticks away on the Gregorian calendar and 2021 begins, I have chosen to simply be — in whatever way that manifests.
I free myself from declarations, affirmations and resolutions.
I simply am.