It is the first day of the New Year and the light feels delicate, fragile, as though it needs beckoning.

I feel light also, wash and dress carefully, aware there is something precious about beginning.

The air is dewy here today. Rain comes and goes and I feel lifted like the lotus from the pond, aware the lotus, according to Wikipedia, has the “ability to regulate the temperature of its flowers to within a narrow range just as humans and other warm-blooded animals do”. A flower regulating its temperature? I didn’t know. What else will reveal this year?

It is said that children enter school as question marks and come out as periods. May each of us begin and end this year with curiosity intact as unfolding blooms in an open-petaled probe.