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Come to Me/ Goo Goo Dolls

 

Come to me my sweetest friend

Can you feel my heart again

I'll take you back where you belong

And this will be our favorite song

Come to me with secrets bare

I'll love you more so don't be scared

When we're old and near the end

We'll go home and start again

Start again

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2023 comes whimpering to an end

It has been a year

I come to this place tired, dealing with pain

Angry, at times

Sad, at times

 

I also come to this place understanding in a way I never have before

Impermanence

 

Which is perhaps the same as saying we are dust

But is mostly a way to remind ourselves

 

That we are constantly connecting with life

With others

And with the Sacred in such a way

 

That we constantly let go

And hand in hand with Love

Start again

And again, and again

 

New Years is a pale shadow

Of a reality we are to live each moment of our lives

 

Letting go of what was

Dying, so to speak

And being born again

Into whatever is next

 

There are many “whatever is next” moments in our lives

And in those moments we feel fragmented and vulnerable

Tumbled about

 

But there is a next

And if we let the Sacred ‘feel our hearts’ again

Then that next can be transformation

A starting over, and over and over

 

It is not just change

“Change of itself just happens;

spiritual transformation is an active process of letting go,

living in the confusing dark space for a while,

and allowing yourself to be spit up on a new and unexpected shore.” (Rohr)

 

So on this last day of 2023 join me in looking back, but only briefly

Look back, as much as is possible with gratitude

Then let of the anger and guilt, disappointment and frustration

Let go even of the comfortable, if there was any

 

It is a time to celebrate endings

And yes, there are endings

And yes, perhaps every thing shall come to an end at some point

My life

Your life

This country (that seems like a real possibility)

This world

 

But each ending is a beginning

And faith is trust

It is trusting Love enough to let go of the past

And with eyes wide open, move into newness

whatever it might turn out to be.”

 

So take that Kierkegaardian leap of faith

Take the hand of the sacred

And step into what is new

Start again

And again