What up, New Year’s Eve Revelers!
First, I’m going to start things off right with a gratuitous picture of the two most important folks in my life: mah baby and mah man.
We went with Mom & Dad Silkman to Strasbourg for the last Christmas Market of the Season on New Year’s Eve Day…and we’ll head back to France in a couple days to tour The Somme. It’s John’s first leave in awhile. I’m happy to be taking the time with him. Alas, Spectre will not come – there’s simply no room in the car. As it is, I’m sure we’ll be wishing for a roof luggage topper at about, oh, I don’t know…mile 12?
At any rate, our New Year didn’t start out so great. A dear friend (our collective dearest and best, truly) got some terrible news, and it makes for a sober New Year. That doesn’t mean that I don’t believe there are not Blue Skies Ahead for this amazing person – because I always believe that those Skies are around the corner for everybody. “The darkest hour of all is the hour before dawn” holds tremendous meaning for me. I will continue to believe that, all of my life, and especially this morning on the first day of our New Year, for our friend, who deserves the best, always.
And now, a bit of levity, perhaps. For that, I offer this picture:
The rather beefy gal on the left started her disciplined Yoga Year this morning while Skye was down for her nap. My recollection of the Butterfly Pose: What it wasn’t? Graceful and Beautiful.
What it was? Unadulterated Disaster.
However, I have to believe that there are Blue Skies Ahead for my yoga practice, too.
Wishing any of you who actually read this blog a wonderful New Year. And for our friend (who does read it):
We’re with you. We love you. The Best is yet to come.