The Last Day of 2011

I like the sound of 2012. 12 is a multiple of 3 and 3 is my favorite number just because it’s so neat and independent. A tripod- solid but with a little possible sway in its makeup. Potentially unpredictable if you don’t approach it correctly.
Always been mad about the 3’s and don’t even get me started on 9. Perfect, perfect 9.

Anyway, this year was certainly a roller coaster. What’s that curse? May your life be….interesting. I am a little too close to my life to have found it particularly interesting this year but it was. Perhaps in ten years or so I will look back on it with gratitude.
I mean you should always look back on your year and life with gratitude because it means you are still here and able to reflect, but I will have gained perspective and distance and that requires time.

I don’t really have anything specific to say on this, the last day of 2011, an interesting year but I wanted to say thank you, and yes, I am grateful for everything, and I wanted to post a snippet of a Mary Oliver poem which feels pertinent to me. This is a stanza from her poem Dogfish which is astoundingly beautiful.
So here you go:

I wanted
the past to go away, I wanted
to leave it, like another country; I wanted
my life to close, and open
like a hinge, like a wing, like the part of the song
where it falls
down over the rocks: an explosion, a discovery;
I wanted to hurry into the work of my life; I wanted to know
whoever I was, I was

alive
for a little while.