We spend January 1st walking through our lives, room by room, drawing up a list of work to be done, cracks to be patched.

Maybe this year, to balance the list, we ought to walk through the rooms of our lives … not looking for flaws, but for potential.

—Ellen Goodman

I drop the dying year behind me like a shawl and let it fall. The urgent fireworks fling themselves against the night, flowers of desire, love’s fervency. Out of the space around me, standing here, I shape your absent body against mine. You touch me as the giving air.

— Carol Ann Duffy, New Year in “Rapture”

Meet me under the spell of the world where we shimmer with the dust of stars. We are wounds, we are salve, we are hands reaching. Look how the sky fits in our palms. Look how lightly we touch clouds, cup the sun. Look how much we can hold, hand over, let go

— Amy Sage Webb-Baza, Meet Me

Yet to me this decaying landscape has its uses: 
To make me remember, who am always inclined to forget, 
That there is always a changing at the root, 

And a real world in which time really passes.

— Philip Larkin, New Year Poem

An empty tree is filled with stars
and we, tired of dreams
seek new forms
A constellation without name
is waiting to become
and light
flickers from a distant farm
  
There will be no coming back
to fill with objects
this longing for unknown things

— Dan Gerber, A Year’s Turning

And now let us believe in a long year that is given to us, new, untouched, full of things that have never been, full of work that has never been done, full of tasks, claims, and demands; and let us see that we learn to take it without letting fall too much of what it has to bestow upon those who demand of it necessary, serious, and great things.

— Rainer Maria Rilke

Taking a moment to look at my past self- her aspirations and hopes for the world- to remind her that the big picture is always good when your day to day is filled with kindness and peace <3

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