The New Year

My years are like my days

Passing quickly      so quickly

The four little children

I escorted through childhood

With devoted love

With hope for wisdom

Are now in their fifties

When I think of this

I am grateful for them


And amazed


This past year is now

The new year

I feel deep relief

Welcome New Year

You began with rain

Serious rain

On our drought laden


And I made this vow

No resolution      a vow

My attention      my energies

Will reside with what is


What is kind

With love for All That Is

No exceptions

And forgiveness

For what the old year


For what the New Year

May bring

–January 2017



6 thoughts on “The New Year

  • February 25, 2017 at 9:53 pm

    I’m so glad to hear your good quiet words about the raising of your children.

    You raised them well.

    I wish I were more able to do those powerful things in such a good and quiet way.

    Gently you guide the ship.

    Quietly you suggest the preferred action.

    Soothingly you reward the design of a job well done.

    Your daughter ,Dina, has a fire in her belly that won’t be extinguished, mamma Wendy.

    You must have given her her head, like the good horse whisperer I think you must have been.

    First mother, then poet, then mother again. And always the lover of peace and maker of words to live by.

    Thank you Wendy Blumberg.

    How blessed we are to have you in our world, my world, my life.

    • February 28, 2017 at 4:29 am

      Sari, your words touch me–deeply.

      Thank you for expressing kindness, for providing support; a place of refuge are your words in this troubled world that these days has been spiked with the kind of awfulness that those of us who wish to create and “be” peace find a burdensome challenge. Your words bring light. Thank you.


      • February 28, 2017 at 4:58 am

        Dina, it is our job as artists and writers to see to the heart of things and to report with open eyes and accepting heart the truth about our world.

        I’m glad I know you. Your clear eyes and ferocious nature are like balm to me.

        All will be well. Not this week, but some week. All will slowly right itself and the world will be a little better for all the havoc and turmoil we have witnessed.

        We all go toward the light. And sometimes it’s a long and tortuous route.

        All this horror with Mr trump is clarifying our values in ways that could not have been imagined six months ago.

        All will be well. And if it is not immediately so, then it was not time for us to have our heaven. But it will come. You’ll see.

        Something this good takes time. You’ll see. It will be good. Sari

  • March 1, 2017 at 6:08 pm

    Beautiful! Wonderful vows we could all take forward into the turbulent years ahead.

    • May 2, 2017 at 5:04 pm

      Hi Wendy, it’s possible you may have meant “my postings”……..Hard to say.

      Hope all is well with your goslings. I see that Dina has achieved her goal. She’s a miracle of patience. Love, sari


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