New beginnings taste of a different seasoning this rotation. Hope only leaves the room if dismissed. In days of empathy and nights of torture, this year has created within me a resolve for less aspiration and more anticipation. What do you say to a year too unforgiving to let go? I am singing a song slightly out of key and far below my own auditory senses. Still, in retrospect, moving past loss and toward a new resolve gives way to music and motion.
This year I lost two babies.
I thought I would have remedied myself past this tension but as the year concluded I found myself still a bit undone. From hour to hour I can harmonize my way through most things. It’s the processing that rewards a hook too heavy for this little boy’s heart to support. Measure to measure bar to bridge losing a promise is the building block of this year’s resolutions.
2011 will come and 2011 will go. And beyond the mix tape of seasons passed I will record a new song. I will play the strings of this years resolve until my fingers bleed. And even then I will continue to offer all of this life’s song.
This year I will sing.