New Year’s Wishes

Last night was the first time I celebrated the New Year alone. My spouse was out working, and I wasn’t able to get a PCR test in time to be with friends. A lot of us keep experiencing new holidays in isolation. I spent the night drawing pictures and listening to music too loud, as a commitment to doing more of the same in 2022.

The Rilke poem above had been banging around my head since I’d been home, and I drew it out with a wish for better days for you and me. I love the way it holds past, present and future together all in the same gentle grip.

Below is the text.

I love the dark hours of my being.

My mind deepens into them.

There I can find, as in old letters,

the days of my life, already lived,

and held like a legend, and understood.

Then the knowing comes: I can open

to another life that’s wide and timeless.

So I am sometimes like a tree

rustling over a grave

and making real the dream

of the one its living roots embrace:

a dream once lost

among sorrows and songs.

-Rainer Maria Rilke

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