These days around the new year can be a pivot point for looking back, reflecting, and setting intention for the new year. It feels like a clean slate in one way, and in another, there we are, with our long train and trail of peacock feathers, either lifted in the air, or making contact and patterns in the dirt on the ground.
Today I am with these words of T.S. Eliot.
But only in time can the moment in the rose-garden, The moment in the arbour where the rain beat, The moment in the draughty church at smokefall Be remembered; involved with past and future.
