One year ends; another begins. Like a quiet shadow at my window.
We tend to think of the passing of years as separate entities. But one gives way to another as if it is just a comma in a sentence.
A tune we know with a slightly different beat.
“Time flies over us, but leaves its shadow behind.” – Nathaniel Hawthorne
The new year brings us one step closer to the closing of a book. A final chapter we all face.
But for now, we have hopes and dreams. And promises made to ourselves.
One year; another year. And another quickly creeps up on you.
Shadows Sneaking Up The Wall:
Each night I watch the shadows at my window, sneaking up the wall and ceiling. And each morning I watch those shadows give way to light.
At first the room takes on a timid glow. As though the sun is approaching but wants to surprise the darkness into fading away.
Like a child playing hide and go seek.
“To light a candle is to cast a shadow.” – Ursula K. Le Guin
Has it been a memorable year? Or one that held simple days and anniversaries alike?
Have you lost someone close to you that’s left a gap where their presence used to be?
Maybe you welcomed a new family member, swaddled up in a tight blanket and blinking at a bright new world?
A Covid World:
At first, didn’t it seem like a bit of an anomaly, one that would quickly go away? It would be good for a headline or two or three or four, some thought. I did. Then disappear.
But that didn’t happen. There is vast wreckage everywhere you look. Lives were torn apart.
I like to come home, close my door and exhale. Try to shut out the confusion and fear that has gripped us for nearly two years now.
“There is a shadow on every page”. – Eugene Ormandy
It opened our eyes to the existence of death borne on a daily basis. That shadow of death that walks along the path with us always.
But not the kind that makes millions of people take their last breath in a Covid world.
It is like a tornado dipping down to destroy one house and then leaving the next one standing. An imperial monster that presented itself and now refuses to go quietly into the night.
No One Special:
I feel like a relic in my own story sometimes.
I have never done anything that put a bright shining star up in the night sky. I’m just like everyone else, muddling along.
I’ve tiptoed through my life not really wanting to be noticed.
My own dwelling, wherever it may be, will always be the beacon of light that leads me home.
“Hope is like the sun, which, as we journey toward it, casts the shadow of our burden behind us.” – Samuel Smiles
My hope for you is that you have had more good days than bad in the year 2021. I hope that you have not lost loved ones.
There’s always hope.
Like the stars that appear every night to light up the shadows in the sky, you hold onto hope as if you’ll never let go. Don’t ever let go.
You can’t touch a shadow, you know.
If you try, your hand will pass right through its darkness. As if it wasn’t really ever there at all.