Another Sense of Snow

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I took the photo [left] December 2007 in Iowa. In truth, the image does not do justice to the icy beauty of the place. I was visiting Dyersville at the time, home to the “Field of Dreams.” It seemed mildly appropriate to include it here.

As the New Year begins, I find myself in a reflective mood. It has been a remarkable year. In 2009, I bid farewell the corporate rat race and began fitting myself into a life of retirement. That is retirement, not inactivity. Ready or not, I live. Recently, I almost bid farewell to my son. That sucked. The event reminded me how ephemeral life can be.  Mine.  His. Even yours.  It is our dicey existence that makes each day and every moment precious.

Now 2010 lies before me like a field of new fallen snow. In my youth, I would surely charge in, throwing snow everywhere until I was numb below the eyes. Today, I am more circumspect. I see the snowy field of 2010 as a blank canvas. I wonder what I will do with it. What marks shall I make? The year, like the snow, will not last forever. Whatever I do must be timely. I hope to add to the unspoiled beauty of the field. There is no guarantee of success, but at least I am thinking about it. As with all things, if I approach each day with a sense of discovery, I may look back to find artistry in my track across snowy 2010. That is my hope.

I hope you and I will look back on our path through this year with a sense of peace, accomplishment and wonder.

What could be better?

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