Thursday, January 1, 2015

New year

When you stood at the foot of this year - shiver-deep in the icewater of an old tarn lake, in the early rushing dark, in the frigid air, old stones heaped invisible on the far shore - when you stood there you knew nothing of what this year would bring. None of the aching, the open spaces, the quiet voices and song; none of the small redemptions, the immersion, of the climbing and the falling.

This is the lesson you should choose to take with you into the dark: that there is no knowing what lies on the other side.

These old stones are standing yet. And so are you.

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