So long, 2020.
2020 might not have been the brightest year on record, but then, say, 1944 might not have been all that rosy, either.
2020 became the year when our house finally became a home. Three years ago, I sold our former house and moved with my daughters. We moved, I realized only later, only out of desperation, to leave a bad scenario for what I hope would be a better life.
2020 showed me that this story — while uniquely ours — is also the human story, of movement and longing, of fear and hope. We’ve now claimed ownership of this house — us three females and our two house cats — through countless meals and nights and early mornings, through arguing about things petty and not-so-petty. We claimed ownership all those spring days when I leaned against the kitchen counter, listening to the governor and wondering what the heck was happening; through my daughter setting up high school in front of the wood stove, through the slow dawning when I realized my employment was no longer viable, and I would need to adapt.
I did. We did.
During this hard year, the ancient moon rose and set over our metal roof, over our neighbor boys’ sandbox, the road sloping down our hill and out into the world, our village, our sweet state of Vermont, the veritable globe.
I’m reading Lauren Redniss’ Oak Flat: A Fight for Sacred Land in the American Midwest — a book both terrible and beautiful. Redniss writes:
If you go back to the beginning,
everything was dark.
You start from nothing.
Things start to come to light.
12 thoughts on “Things May Start….”
So beautiful. You captured the essence of the past year beautifully.
Thank you, as always, Maggie. Best wishes for a brighter 2021!
The same for you and your daughters!
happy new year, brett ann. thank you for your blog; i look forward to reading every post. wishing you and your family peace, health, and happiness in 2021.
Kristin, I am a long-distance fan of you, too. Wishing you and your much happiness in this brand-new year…
A beautiful post. Happy New Year and I wish you and yours all the best for the coming days!
Sending wishful for a joyful year to you and your family!
Hopes for an easier year, Brett Ann!
Love the photo – black and white with the pop of bright blue
Happy New Year to you and gals. It’s been some year – trying and sometimes frightening but like you, I find joy in the light, the moon, shared hours with my Molly. I like what Becky says – hopes for an easier year and keeping that stove burning. And thank you for your beautiful posts.
It’s always a pleasure to hear from you. I’m a great fan of yours, too! There’s so much hope for this year — that must mean something good. xo