like a cauldron bubbling
not so much trouble
but maybe a potful of delight and dreams
The year of true paths is winding towards an end. So much have been learned, most in very painful ways. But I am still here, surviving the consequences of choices and random acts of courage.
There have been losses in so many ways. My head still reels when memory marches before me a string of small tragedies and disappointments and failures long enough to strangle the breath out of anyone with a weaker spirit.
But yes, I believe my spirit is much stronger than it ever was.
As this year ends what is left is clarity. It has swept through every aspect of my life and shooed away the shadows, forcing me to see.
I end this year better than I ended last year. In a manner of speaking. It is all a matter of perspective. I choose to see it as better.