Dear Diary,
This time of year makes me want to get out a fresh notebook, sit in a classroom, and learn new things. This season feels more like a new start to me than January. I love a notebook with blank pages. Just waiting to be filled. I have high hopes and dreams this time of year. I feel full of possibilities. Where would we humans be without a chance to start again, to envision that we could be different, better somehow? That the blank notebook could be filled with not questions, but answers?But, I know that won't happen in this life. Because in my 59 years on this earth I have found that all real education leads to more questions. More things to wonder about, more avenues to explore, more mysteries to unfold.
With that said I'm going to make an effort to "fill a notebook" on this blog. If my dear, devoted readers will indulge me, I'll write about wondering, exploring and things that are mysteries to me. As I age into wisdom there are many more things to wonder about.
Today I'm grateful for evergreen trees, so tall and stately, so steadfast, protective, unchanging. The perfect backdrop for a photo of my family. My wish is that I could be as much for them. But I have to leave that up to a power greater than me.
I, too, love the "new start" feeling this time of year brings. Of course, I always love school. I admit, I sometimes have to buy a new notebook, even if I don't have a fixed plan for it.
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