Dreams fly crookedly towards the sky

Happy New Year!

No matter the realities of our day to day,  this day is one of those remarkably fresh days, full of possibility and wonder.  Even if there is some trepidation in the room with us as we ponder what is to come, the thought of a new year is, for at least one day, clear and open, a brand new journal ready to hold the stories we will write these next 365 days.

On the most basic level, I can only think of what a great year it will be.  Our baby will roll over, sit up, and crawl.  He will begin walking and talking by this time next year.  That is a whole lot of awesome; how can we go wrong?

Things feel just so perfect for us as we start this year.  Our dreams, though they took some twists and turns on the way, have been realized in so many ways.  To be here, holding all these things so dear, is both incredibly amazing and terribly frightening.

I am reminded of these Mary Oliver words, shared with us by a friend as we prepared to meet our new little love last year:

“To live in this world

you must be able
to do three things:
to love what is mortal;
to hold it

against your bones knowing
your own life depends on it;
and, when the time comes to let it go,
to let it go.”

So little matters when seated next to another living, breathing person that you hold dear.

And right now there are so many things happening in the world at large that leave one feeling on the verge.  Late night conversations are about this poorly propped up, teeter totter existence that we have built, which seems like it is about to collapse.  But the reality of that thought seems just as impossible as it does possible, especially when you are cradling a brand new person in your arms.

And his freshness is that same freshness that fills this day.  Even though it is just a day on the calender, we are all together today dreaming of good things to come.  Even though the year rarely unfolds as we envision it on January 1st, the crooked path that our lives take always leads us somewhere.  Some years it is a ditch.  And some years, it is to a place so splendid that we are able to forget some of those bumps along the way.    I feel like I’m holding my breath.  I want to stay here at the peak of the mountain all year, to keep looking at this bright blue sky we have arrived at, forever.

2 thoughts on “Dreams fly crookedly towards the sky

  1. i love this. thanks for sharing. the ‘poorly propped up, teeter totter existence’ that seems like it’s about to collapse is definitely something that resonates with lots of small farmers, but you put it right back into perspective.

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