For last year’s words belong to last year’s language And next year’s words await another voice.
T. S. Eliot, Four Quartets
Last year, as appreciation to my son for his insightful gift I began this blog journey. Searching for words, images.
Days blur during holidays. Some years are like that. 
This year reminded me of a few simple rules: to be still then appreciate the beauty that surrounds me.
Grace is in all that’s before me: people and places. 
I see. I remember then carry in my heart to keep forever. . . as a prayer. 
Forgiveness. Peace. Joy. A Blessed New Year….
and into Eternity……
A new year…a new voice….ring in a new year….for auld lang syne!
BethSings 