Sunday, January 4, 2015
January. We begin again and though in some ways it's a contrived beginning, I think the New Year reminds us that it's possible to make changes in an hour, in a minute, if we want that change badly enough. On New Year's eve, a few friends joined my husband and me for homemade spaghetti and meatballs and scrabble, accompanied by Dylan's Free Wheelin' and Newport Jazz Festival's 50-year birthday celebration CD (Sarah Vaughan, Coltrane's Favorite Things). Here's the center of this flower that is packed with beginnings. To me, it almost looks like a birthday cake with yellow candles ready to be lit up.
Posted by Jessica Keener at 3:51 PM