ST123 ... Consider it Done... a Years End.

May this new year bring out the best in us awaiting our performance here on the world stage...

Wroclaw Poland… (A New Book Of Street Photos I am working on for the New Year)

I am grateful for being grateful, that is to say, for the awareness of being. There are many things that go along with that. Her, she, for example, the one that still captivates my heart, tho long gone; memories invade us at the most endearing moments. This life has been a torture chamber at times and in other minutes sheer ecstasy. We take the bad with the good, the dark nights with a little light. Thanks for the teachers, mostly poets, artists, philosophers, a few scientists, and some family and a few friends. We have all met people for a few moments that linger in our minds to the end. I have walked trails still weaving in and out of my brain cells, neighborhood streets, graveyards, maple forests, hidden rooms, (we all have) and desks and chairs where i wrote, where i pondered as here. I am thankful for this years end. I honor the few that have kept true to their nature, a niece or two, a nephew, sisters, friends, …… family is a strange entity. I suppose it truly is the blood that ties us, the direct connection, moments of grief and happiness, the back-stabbing, gossip and all the caring notions accumulated over the years. In the end, it was all worth it. What else is left, of course it was.

So as this year ends i give thanks for family, friends, the entire world, their nature, and nature herself, health, the ones that have gone, the ones that remain, and for all the moments that lay in our brains and float there above the clouds over the horizons towards the skies of no-return.

I give thanks for the medicine people whom give so much for so little and all the true teachers and preachers, writers, painters and especially the courageous that would not back down from the worst situations that this world would hurl. In the end we all have some elements that connect us to a proposed creator, a mystery, a deep deep darkness we sometimes call love or nothingness. Thanks for the forest mist for a form of solitude, a feeling of contentment, gratitude, relief.

May this new year bring out the best in us awaiting our performance here on the world stage, awaiting patiently the exposure of our inner love from our human heart. In these times, whereas machines out smart us; possibly our future, interbred, interconnected, trans-formations unimagined, we will walk with open hearts as possibly the last real humans on this sacred earth ………. a universe, trillions of light years old and new, this is a moment to rejoice, grieve, be as you are, be as you are not. Happy new year, may we survive another year - courageously, honorably.

New Years Eve 1885, Paris Ball Room….Photographed a month ago in SMA (imagination - from my new photographic book ‘Time Dying’ almost complete)

If there is any truth to any of this, truly, it must be an accident, i have no idea long enough to stretch a country mile, no knowing, nothing to pass on other than a few empty envelopes, a smell of lilac, an old chair, a melted dream, a warm caress…. life has been a trip, a mystery, fun, tragic, meaningful, meaningless…. strange for sure, that is one definite certainty… happy new year, to all.

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