I’ve long quietly grumbled about the new year marker, vestigial paganism. 🙂 It is good, however, to stop to ponder this journey that I walk often too mindlessly.

I’ve been around the sun 48 times now, seems like not many, but it also reminds me that we don’t do that many laps.

Many of my memories I can’t write, because they don’t just belong to me. Someday I might write more. That seems to be a gift given to those with more laps.

I think I have a better sense of the world than I did last year, both its joys and its griefs. I suspect I could have said that last year, and I’ll be able to say it again next year.

I like Rodney’s longings. I share a number of them both for him and from my own place and for my own place. I’m sure there are way more longings he has that aren’t appropriate to write about here.

I often realize I’m a poor steward of the economy of time that I’ve been given. I seldom find, however, that the suggestions of others are always that helpful. Seeing clearly involves dealing with both distortion and perspective.

Living longer makes me hope more firmly in the resurrection because if it is not true then the losses by the age of decay are simply too grim to tolerate.

I’m cheered by existence itself in this because why should things exist at all if there be no meaning to it and no memory to preserve its enjoyment?

I don’t know how the resurrection will be managed, but I do long for the losses of this world to be undone. pvk