It's a new year. Four days old; still an infant.
2011. A number that seemed liked science fiction when I was a child.
It came, like it always does, whether we are ready for it or not.
Almost all of us use the new year as a starting point for our lives that are going to be so different from now on. It is an unavoidable reminder that time marches on and we really should quit putting off the things we want to do.
Like teaching a child something that only you know...like walking at dawn when it is still...like taking time to listen. Like feeling sand between our toes and the sun on our backs. Like wiping away a friend's tears or mingling them with your own.
Instead of planning things we intend to do, perhaps we should list things we refuse to do. For instance, I refuse to let 2011 end without finishing some projects, taking that trip, growing those heirloom tomatoes.
Making goals and writing them down has always been helpful for me. Lists keep us on track and are a constant reminder that something needs doing. It always makes me foolishly happy when I finish a goal and can mark it off the list.
After all, if you don't know where you are going, how will you know when you get there?
Where there is no vision, the people perish....Proverbs 29:18