I come home to these words by Paul Klee: Imagine you are dead. After many years of exile you are permitted to cast a single glance earthward. You see a lamppost and an old dog lifting his leg against it. You are so moved that you cannot stop sobbing.
Tonight we enjoyed cheese fondue for dinner. It is a communal meal, delicious and enriched in sharing. May each of us open even more fully to the magical, mystical, majestic and mysterious realms we share. Happy New Year!