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  • When I took my daughter to the airport on the 29th, I realized my New Year’s resolution. I was sad to part with her again, and stood savoring the last minutes of our visit when it hit me that I’m just a variable in her life. I realized that going to the airport is kind of like watching a football game. It’s a race against the clock and when she steps aboard her flight she will be kicking off to a whole new host of possibilities and obstacles. She will dodge, shuffle and shift each variable as she moves yard by yard closer to her own goal. Slow at first, like a snail, and then accelerating beyond the the speed of sound to the goal line. I’m a variable, a cheerleader on the sidelines. While we live in different worlds, our time together will come again and our worlds will collide and we’ll see each moment new. Until that time, there is this hole in my heart, brought on by her absence. It desperately needed filling, so I started to write. I wrote for two days and not a word of it I could post because it seemed too personal. Then, the more I thought of time and love, the more important I felt it was for me to share my New Years Resolution: Love More.

    Love: melts the past, now, this very moment and the future together. It is timeless.
    Love: lingers in dark corners, forgives and holds hope for the future.
    Love: serves as a beacon in a storm and a guiding light to the soul.
    Love: is elusive at times, but the more you sow, the more you reap.

    My wish for all of you is more love in the New Year. I thank you for the precious time we share.

    Happy New Year!



    image and sound: Countdown from my daughters stage management gig on New Year's Eve at, Jazz, Live at Lincoln Center, New Years Party in New York City. She sent me the video just after midnight.
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