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New Year’s Day

Closest thing I come to resolutions these days.

I watched the sun as it set yesterday.
I watched the sun as it rose again this morning.
I don’t do this often enough, few of us do.

Just a few minutes after the sun broke through this morning, a twitchy squirrel sat on top of a fence post, still, facing the sun, then resumed his twitchiness.

A vulture flew within 20 feet of me, its under-feathers reflecting the sunlight as it banked.

I just watched.

It would have happened anyway.
And it’s happening anyway.

And it will keep on happening….

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Another Christmas story

Less than a mile away, in the dim light cast by the plant lights in our classroom, a pill bug wanders around the compost. It moistens it gills, bumbles into a fellow pill bug, exchanges greetings with a brief twitching of touching antennae, then ambles over to nibble on a piece of potato.

It knows of existence, and the existence of others like it.

A North Cape May pill bug, wandering around, doing pill bug things….

Christmas means nothing, of course, to a critter no bigger than a wheat berry.

But living does.

The light is returning.

Amen.

There is joy and wisdom in silence and darkness. Merry Christmas!