Gratitude
New Year, New Life, and Continued Blessings
Dear Readers —
HAPPY NEW YEAR WISHES AND GRACIOUS BLESSINGS
TO ALL OF YOU!
We wanted to take a moment to express our strong gratitude to you for being on this journey with us.
We expect we all can agree that 2025 has been filled with many challenges — environmental, political, and technological — in our collective lives, and we hope that, in addition, it has been filled with bountiful personal pleasures and unexpected gifts for each of you.
We are holding out for a new year that steadily uplifts all of our souls and spirits, and that brings new promise, in various creative forms, for every one of us.
Below is an offering of Janet’s newest poem, a gift that, last week, moved through during early morning walks.
From Our Hearts to Yours,
Janet and Alan
***You can also listen, above, to Janet reading her poem***
Consume the Moon We have already littered the lunar landscape, and now there is talk of Mars. Meanwhile — here — where all the real stuff happens, the morning sky, as always, consumes the moon as she slips her silver vessel into daylight shoals. I envy those mouthfuls of magnificence, the luminescent dust that pearled the night sky now tickling the tongue; those leftovers — slivered morsels enriching and exciting. Perhaps, for the great blue, it is only an amuse bouche, a few kisses of delight tossed into that ocean. Perhaps, more intimately, it is communion — the thinning white wafer, the alabaster chalice, an evanescent union downed and drowning in celestial sea. Perhaps it is an illustrious story of ruin and resurrection: Persephone, Part II The Seizing The Sorrow and The Newly Sown told again and again in nightly replenishment, with every seeming death and disappearance a renewal and return, that grand drumbeat thrumming through all creation. All I know is, sometimes I scarcely can breathe while witnessing these subtle sacraments, the wondrous things that happen when we least are looking, that call to us, beguiling us to see our story written in the firmament, to remember where we are, who we are — shiny moons, too, burnished and bereaved, needing to yield, to let ourselves be ravished, to rejoice in what really goes on here, if only we will lift eyes to the gaze of myriad galaxies mirroring our grandeur. Janet D. Coster




Love the poem. Happy New Year!