This morning dawns full with opportunity as does every morning. We leave behind the old year with all its complexities to face the unknown. I look forward with hope, true hope that is more like faith and trust than like optimism. In our times it seems that optimism is a poor and shabby substitute for real hope. Optimism is a kind of shallowness that wishes for what it affirms. Hope, on the other hand, is deep and strong and resides at our core. Hope is unshakably certain that each of us who dares to love fearlessly and steadfastly has full capacity to create a stupendous, transformed future. In this I believe, with every cell of my being. This is my Happy New Year certainty.
The spirit of Sophie will, no doubt, inform much of my writing in this new year. As she grew older, quieter and lived more in the spirit world than in the physical, she continued to teach me, to impart messages, and to let me know when she was ready to leave her physical existence. Though her body is no longer here with us, she remains a very real presence, an unbroken bond, a promise still very much alive. My brief tribute to Sophie, below, was all that I could write at the time. Today I can say Happy New Year, dear Sophie!
The spirit of Sophie will, no doubt, inform much of my writing in this new year. As she grew older, quieter and lived more in the spirit world than in the physical, she continued to teach me, to impart messages, and to let me know when she was ready to leave her physical existence. Though her body is no longer here with us, she remains a very real presence, an unbroken bond, a promise still very much alive. My brief tribute to Sophie, below, was all that I could write at the time. Today I can say Happy New Year, dear Sophie!
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