Saturday, January 1, 2011


 by William Stafford

For the past.
For my own path.
For surprises.

For mistakes that worked so well.
For tomorrow if I'm there.
For the next real thing.

Then for carrying it all
through whatever is necessary
For following the little god who
speaks only to me.

My friend Gin sends this poem out in some form almost every new year.  So every year, I re-discover it.   It is always worth re-reading.  And every year I get a brand new chance to re-dedicate, re-pledge and re-commit to it.  Here's your chance!  

Best wishes.  And thanks, Gin.  

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