New Year

[Lisa Walford]

Well, another one bites the dust.  So said Queen, sung by Freddie Mercury, in 1980. I looked up the phrase and found that it's roots might stem from Psalm 72, "to lick the dust", meaning loss.  2025 was a duzzy for many of us. My tears go out to those who lost homes last January, and to our sweet Sita, to immigrants who are now scrambling with an endless horizon of fear, to the federal agencies that we have come to look to for research, care for the marginalized and poor, and to the creative urge for expression, the arts. 

May 2026 be better, that is all I can hope for, is hope itself. I have never been good a pipedreams. My father and brother used to fantasize over plans, projections, ideas. I follow the river and do what is asked of me that will bring the greatest good to those around me.   

In gratitude to Jennifer Edwards for substituting for me, time and again! Her inspiration always delights you all.

In gratitude to Robbi Nestor, who poems have brought sensitivity and grace to us all. Here is her website, I just received her newest book, About to Disappear. It is fabulous!

https://www.robbinester.net/

In gratitude to all of you who show up to do the simple and gracious thing we call conscious breathing and to self-regulate our prana. May 2026 be better!