When my mother was 6 years of age, a book that would change the lives of thousands was published. Also, this book would one day find itself in my bookshelf—when I was not ready for its wisdom, even though, I believed I was.
Death is but a doorway to new life.
We live today; we shall live again.
In many forms, shall we return.
I love Edgar Allan Poe. When I read his poem, The Raven, during high school, I immediately fell in love. So much so, that this poem continues to be my all-time favorite. I bring him up because he often comes to mind this time of year. C’est la vie!
A lot stuff is coming up today –like a tsunami. One minute, I feel weepy. The next, I feel bored. Shortly thereafter… I feel like calling 1-800-CUT-A-BITCH!
With every new year, we are offered the gift of being more and contributing more to the people we are called to serve as well as all life on this planet.
On this magical day, full of tricks and treat, may your energy remain clear and your demeanor devilishly sweet.