HAPPY NEW YEAR

Yes, we all survived New Years Eve.  DH and I stayed up and watched the NYC ball drop and the Peach  drop on TV------kissed----turned over and went to sleep.  We are such party animals, the two of us are.  We felt lucky to even stay up that late.  

I came across this poem and thought I'd like to share for the New Year.

THE LAND OF BEGINNING AGAIN
...
I wish that there were some wonderful place
Called the Land of Beginning Again
Where all our mistakes and all our heartaches
And all of our poor selfish grief
Could be dropped like a shabby old coat at the door
And never be put on again.

I wish we could come on it all unaware
Like the hunter who finds a lost trail
And I wish that the one whom our blindness has done
The greatest injustice of all
Could be at the gate like an old friend who waits
For the comrade he's gladdest to hail.

We would find all the things we intended to do
But forgot, and remembered too late;
Little praises unspoken, little promises broken
And all of the thousand and one
Little duties neglected that might have perfected
The day for one less fortunate.

It wouldn't be possible not to be kind
In the Land of Beginning Again
And the ones we misjudged and the ones whom we grudged
Their moments of victory then
Would find in the grasp of our loving handclasp
More than penitent lips could explain.

For what had been hardest we'd know had been best
And what had seemed loss would be gain
For there isn't a sting that will not take a wing
When we've faced it and laughed it away,
And I think that the laughter is most what we're after
In the Land of Beginning Again.

So I wish that there were some wonderful place
Called the Land of Beginning Again
Where all our mistakes and all our heartaches
And all of our poor selfish grief
Could be dropped like a shabby old coat at the door
And never be put on again.


Louise Fletcher Tarkington

Aren't we lucky to have been given the grace to start all over again.

Keep on stitchin' instead of just a wishin',
Sue