Dear Reader,
In one piece and in good spirits, I have returned from my Advent-ure, ba-da-bum-bum. After a hopeful pregnant pause, my words will again either freeze over like Mirror Lake in Lake Placid or pour forth like Niagara Falls. My prayer is for the latter. There’s a lot to say and limited time. Thoughts and words and verse richoceted off the window of my car as I drove, so I will sincerely do my best to write and share. The muse does not always visit me when I call to her. Nevertheless, I have come to discover that there are not many nobodies like me. A human being labeled by the world as a white, male, gay (queerly so), Christian (depending on who you ask), over-educated, under-employed, Gen-Xer human being. (That’s kind of a grungy thing to write, come to think of it.) Maybe people would be interested in reading about this odd duck. If so, you are kind to continue to read. In my youth, you could not force me to stop writing and posting. Overcome by my zeal and ideals, and my admittedly and repentedly, unabashed self-righteousness, I would blog every thought and declaration falling out of my cow-licked head. That was youth. And it was glorious while it lasted. Sometimes I miss that Chad of self-abandon. What a ride.
Drumroll please... Happy New Year! A lot of people are saying, promoting, promising, advocating a lot of things about this new year, and so, I will not be one of them. Let’s just say, I’m grateful for another day to be alive to try to live this crazy thing called life in the year 2025. Time is feeling much more fluid as I age, and some of these societal demarcations, like ringing in the new year, neither punctuate nor inspire me much anymore. Instead, I find myself weathering many seasons of ever-evolving challenges, growths, and changes. I do not know if the same has been true for you, but this season felt quiet like snow falling in a Vermont forest, whispers of a pause, of stillness, listening, hear, a time of rushing into warm embraces, to pull deep from roots, nourish with ancient wisdoms, honor those who have passed on, fortify with the love of those loved here, and for getting ready, getting prepared, for a new spring bloom blossoming. For everything, a season.
Love,
Chad
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