I spent the last few hours of daylight, on New Year's Eve, at Golden Gardens Park, in Seattle. It is a favorite place of mine to watch the sunset, be near the water, or just sit and reflect. I caught that magical time of day when the sun is low on the horizon, and turns everything to gold.
From meditating on the incredibly intricacy of the thick network of limbs on the tree below, which remind me so much of our own human veins and nerve fibers, to simply drinking in the cold sunlight, I bid adieu to 2014. I stood on a pier and watched the sun as it began below the horizon, and as I did so, the rippling water moved away from me, and I had the sense that what had been was sailing away never to burden me again. My feeling was, I begin again, fresh and new, spontaneous in the now, and the past is done and gone...
From meditating on the incredibly intricacy of the thick network of limbs on the tree below, which remind me so much of our own human veins and nerve fibers, to simply drinking in the cold sunlight, I bid adieu to 2014. I stood on a pier and watched the sun as it began below the horizon, and as I did so, the rippling water moved away from me, and I had the sense that what had been was sailing away never to burden me again. My feeling was, I begin again, fresh and new, spontaneous in the now, and the past is done and gone...
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