More on the new year

 and if you were a member of my family, the response would be "you calling me a moron?"

Longtime trustee Chris Hamm sent the following at New Year's and I thought it worth sharing.  Some artistic expressions during Covid.  I hope to share more such offerings...

#1 This week’s Poetry Post

New Year’s

Let other mornings honor the miraculous.

Eternity has festivals enough.

This is the feast of our mortality,

The most mundane and human holiday.

On other days we misinterpret time,

Pretending that we live the present moment.

But can this blur, this smudgy in-between,

This tiny fissure where the future drips

Into the past, this flyspeck we call now

Be our true habitat? The present is

The leaky palm of water that we skim

From the swift, silent river slipping by.

The new year always brings us what we want

Simply by bringing us along—to see

A calendar with every day uncrossed,

A field of snow without a single footprint.

—-Dana Gioia, 2016

May the New Year Bring Us what we want.  What happened today in Washington belies that.

Chris Hamm also sent this link.  It’s lovely, so I thought I would share it.  The two singers met by chance last spring when the woman, a PSU music student, was rehearsing on campus, outside because of Covid, and the man, a professional opera singer, happened by and spontaneously joined her in song. Now this…a paean to the new year, to Portland, to friendship, and to the blessings of serendipity.

Take a look at this and have your soul fed.  Grab even the smallest opportunities for joy-taking.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oDZLv953dk0&feature=youtu.be

Definition of dona nobis pacem

: grant us peace.

 - Merriam-Webster

It's fitting..................