I like to make a dumb little post of my date stamp on January 1. My friend Deb commented, “When I turned to the fresh clean rubber 2026 yesterday morning, I thought, ‘happy new date stamp year to all who celebrate!’ and thought of you.” I am very happy to be thought of for such things, and think we should make this a thing from now on.
In yesterday’s newsletter, the last one of the year, instead of asking everyone their resolutions, I asked, “What worked for you this year?”
A wonderful thread of responses.
Ironically, after all my big talk about waiting until February, I went about January 1 with a sense of a fresh start, getting out for a walk, and heading out to the studio to do a bunch of writing.
The sun is shining here in Texas (for now — it’s good to remember this is really just the beginning of winter) and I’m trying to get a jump on things.
Happy new year.
Guess I know what I’m doing this year…
We had a downright magical encounter in our backyard the other day that I want to tell you about:
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Coconut is an eastern screech owl that lives in our palm tree. We’re not sure how long it’s lived there or if it’s a boy or a girl. It naps all day and then flies off around sundown to hunt. Here are some more pictures:
We can’t stop looking! Feels like an end-of-year miracle. A wild bout of luck. An omen of better days. Happy New Year!
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