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Day #1~

We love new beginnings. Time to start fresh, forgive others, forgive ourselves. A time to try, try again.

And at the stroke of midnight here’s our chance: a new year. Unmarked. Like fresh snow. No mistakes. Like a newborn baby.

Poor year has a hefty load to carry: all the hopes and dreams of the world. Hopes are pinned on 2009—all six plus billion of them—for peace, prosperity, blessings. Health, wealth, and good luck.

Happiness.

Happy New Year!

But already we see the tracks in the snow. Awful ones in the Mideast. Terrible ones at a Beijing nightclub on the very stroke of the new year. Still more that carried over from the past year, and the one before that, unto the dawn of time.


Yes, there will be joys and blessings this year, too. Many. I’ve experienced some already. But I prefer to take my blessings--and sorrows--one 365th of the year at time.

One day at a time.

Happy New Day!
~~~~~
We will open the book. Its pages are blank. We are going to put words on them ourselves. The book is called Opportunity and its first chapter is New Year's Day.~ Edith Lovejoy Pierce
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Linda said…
Very, very well said!

Happy 2009 - one day at a time - to you, Ruth!
January 1, 2009 at 9:45 PM
Michelle said…
Yippy - you are back!

To a New Year full of possibilities! May the bad tracks in the snow be few and far between.
January 1, 2009 at 10:42 PM
Carter said…
Happy every day to you, Ruth! You deserve the best. But you knew I think that.
January 1, 2009 at 11:02 PM
Pauline said…
Happy New Year! Ah that eternal hope - that things will be better (or at least different). Then we forget it is us that makes them so, more than the "other guy."

The picture of the tree and snow is beautiful. Trackless snow suggests lack of life though - don't you love seeing what's out and about, leaving little life signs for us to ponder?
January 2, 2009 at 8:34 AM
sarah corbett morgan said…
Happy New Year to you, too. Nice to see you back in Blogville. I hope your "snow days" were a joy.

I love these pictures, Ruth-- such wonderful colors and the shadows are fabulous. Haven't lost your touch, I see. ;-)

Cheers on this 1/365 moment in time. s
January 2, 2009 at 12:42 PM
RiverPoet said…
That's a great idea, Ruth. I need to adopt that attitude - NOW.

Peace - D
January 2, 2009 at 6:39 PM
LG said…
Hi

I love your words and photos. The ones "You truly see the tree when you see i's bones" certainly touched within me. My mom too broke her hip and she was a big woman, yet lying in bed waiting for the op, very frail. Then we realise what lies beneath us all - bones...

Have a good 2009

LG
January 4, 2009 at 12:20 AM
Wanda said…
I like your way of looking at the New Year....So sad that already horrible things have happened, but good one too.

It's the mix of both that make it life.

Glad you are back posting.... you have such a gift of putting your thoughts into wonderful narative.

One day at a time.... Yes for me too.
January 4, 2009 at 1:38 AM
Tere said…
So very glad to see you back. And as always, wise words for a new year.
January 4, 2009 at 10:36 AM
Janice Thomson said…
Yes, one day at a time, and if need be, one moment at a time. Excellent post Ruth and so wonderful to see you back! Hope 2009 holds much joy peace and wisdom for you.
January 4, 2009 at 7:41 PM
Bob Sanchez said…
Happy New Year, Ruth. I am glad to see your blog posts and great photos again.
January 4, 2009 at 11:18 PM
Anonymous said…
All the best for 2009 Ruth - hope its a good one, and each day brings special moments.
January 6, 2009 at 8:46 AM
Voyager said…
Happy 2009. I hope most of your tracks in the snow (or mud, or sand, or dew) this year lead to joyful places.
V.
January 7, 2009 at 3:19 AM
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