Approaching the New Year is like coming across a beautiful moss covered stone somewhere in a quiet forest.
No one had touched this special stone yet. It had never moved !
2016 had been waiting a long long time.
Today it started rolling, magically, all on its own. There is very little we can do about it.
And as it gathers momentum, it will lose all its moss.
I hope to find some of those pieces and hold them carefully in my hands. I want to think about where they came from.
We need to infuse our lives, and the things we make with that same essence, and learn to wait with the same mossy patience and breathless anticipation.