Tuesday, December 31, 2013


As 2013 comes to a close, I first celebrate the extra two hours I've been given by spending the evening on MST rather than on EST. I sit here with this gracious gift of time on my mother's front porch overlooking the park. A couple lays intertwined on the grass. Both dressed in black from head to toe. They switch positions, taking turns spooning the other, never letting go. Maybe it's an art exhibit? Hell, it is Boulder. Nonetheless, watching them moves me to tears.

Love comes in many forms. In 2013, I loved. What else is there? I reflect on the year and have no regrets. It's like a death, I glorify the good in the year and nothing else matters. No thought is wasted.

I took risks in 2013. Even up to these last few days of the year, I had everything I ever wanted. People that came in and out of my life, events that occurred, causes I fought for; I gave myself unselfishly. I utterly loved wholeheartedly.

In the future, if I find myself looking back on 2013 I will only see raw beauty. Like the couple laying in the park, in the coolness of December locked in an embrace. Ravishing.

What's in store for me in 2014? I have no clue, except for the history of my life, tells me it's going to be the best yet. Damn! Why would I allow it to be anything less.