Beginnings

I love all beginnings, despite their anxiousness and their uncertainty, which belong to every commencement.  If I have earned a pleasure or a reward, or if I wish that something had not happened: if I doubt the worth of an experience and remain in my past- then I choose to begin at this very second.

Begin what?  I begin.  I have already thus begun a thousand lives.

Rilke

I love beginnings too. On this first day of the last month of 2012 I am reflective, grateful and filled with hope.   It’s been a gigantic year of growth for me.  I’m grateful for the new day in which to grow, create, give love and let love wash over me.  Each day feels fresh to begin again.

Let’s sniff evergreen and watch skaters.  Drink something hot and write notes to people we love.

Happy joyous December to you.

Early morning, East River Ferry, looking south from Williamsburg to the Manhattan Bridge.

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