While one could argue that the time for giving thanks was that turkey basted holiday we celebrated a while back, I think a lot of us take this space at the end of the year to evaluate the time just past and take stock of what’s coming up.
Once again, I find myself feeling both lucky and challenged. And, yes, I know: that boat is pretty full these days! Still. While 2008 was in many ways a fabulous year for me, in some regards I’m not sorry to see the back of it. I have a sneaking suspicion others will share that feeling.
Thank you for being here for this part of the journey. I’m both pleased and a bit dismayed that my next book will be published on the same day that Barack Obama will become the 44th President of the United States. It’s made it very easy to remember my publication date for Death Was in the Picture!
As I write this David and I are tightly nestled into our place in the Gulf Islands. All of our services have been restored: even -- thank goodness! -- our broadband. But the car is more or less stuck in a snow bank. (Well, actually, I guess more. Not so much less.) The roads are passable, but it’s a good, long snow filled walk between our house and the road.
It’s quiet. So quiet. The world is muffled in at least a foot and a half of snow. I heard perhaps a half dozen cars yesterday and expect to hear even fewer today. The photo above was taken on our road a couple of days ago. You can almost hear the quiet, can you not? All we do hear is the sound of snow as it calves off the trees because it’s slightly warmer today. And, when we’re outside, the beating of the raven’s wings as they fly about scouting their next meal. (It’s a sound that always takes my breath away.)
Today we’ll exchange small gifts, and at some point we’ll enjoy a peaceful walk down an empty road. Later we’ll feast in decadent style -- it’s a tiny turkey. But, still: it’s only the two of us this year. The weather having both dashed the plans we’d made plus made it impossible for guests to join us. Even so, there’ll be a good bottle of wine between us and an espresso later on. And we’ll laugh -- we always laugh -- and we’ll discuss the year that was and dream about the one about to become.
May your day -- and your year -- be filled also with peace. And love. And laughter. May your 2009 be filled with light. And may your dreams begin to come true.