A New Year
Today as I prepared to go to work I sat in a hand carved thrown chair personally carried from Bolivia and regulated to my laundry room. It has a red velvet pillow, lions feet for hand rests and a high carved back. It sits next to my washer and dryer and is really quite regal. I reached for a worn pair of brown leather shoes and cinched the laces tightly. I buttoned myself up in a coat and prepared to meet the cold weather out side. It is January 2011, a new year has arrived and carries with it all the promise that was never reached in 2010. New Years always amazes me. People make resolutions, promises and pledges. With the changing date there is a perception that a page has been turned in the book of life. The new page is simply blank, not tarnished by words or finger prints, not soiled by oil or drops of food. It is a page yet to be written. This year will bring new challenges. It will usher in new promise and for a neighbor of mine who just lost her new husband to pan