When the year ends, and the lights go out and the tree has been dragged to the yard; when the view from the window is gray, and the silence is white;
And someone posts a picture of two perfectly poached eggs posed on a well-mannered plate; and someone else shares a jaw-dropping masterpiece she just finished painting;
Where will your gaze go, now?
This year may you cheer for the perfect eggs and the artist, alike – though neither belongs to you. May the joy of the world feed you and inspire you. May you walk toward what you love, and place yourself among the blessed.
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