“A year is such an odd packet of time. It seems so ordered: a dozen months, a handful of seasons. Deceptively even. Make no mistake it will go away in every which way.

Balance?

Impossible.

Control?

Not worth mentioning the word.

Some days cling and others run, many shifting just enough to incommode but give no great variety. And then out of the pedestrian blue comes an explosion which reduces all plans to smithereens. The reward for making it through? Getting to do it all again.”

– The Unselected Journals of Emma M Lion vol 7

It truly IS a gift to have the reward of both making it through whole years and the promise of more to follow. Blessing and trial. Abundance and loss. Frustration and hope.