Tuesday, January 8, 2013

make a wish

January is the Monday of months. Get your house in order, it whispers, even as the champagne bubbles settle. It's piles of paperwork and an accountant awaiting numbers. A time for de-decorating, de-cluttering and a diet full of citrus and salmon. If February is a sonnet, then January is three spare lines of haiku with layers of meaning and not a word wasted. In the stillness and cold sunshine, all distraction diminished, wishes bubble quietly up from the soul. Gift of a new year.

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