The funk of these last few days of Mercury in retrograde has put a damper on this tail-end of 2023, and almost everyone I know just wants this wretched year to end so we can start again in 2024. I too would like that, though I don’t want to rush into anything. It can always be worse, and despite the sadness and pain that 2023 brought, there was goodness and beauty and fun along the way. Don’t miss too much of life for mourning, I remind myself – the dead wouldn’t want it that way.
And so we stumble along, limping through these final days of December while Mercury’s apparent motion wreaks its customary havoc, while we balance the sorrow of the previous year with all its wonderful moments of healing and solace.
These flowers were seen on our Holiday Stroll, and they set the scene for the next blog post, which is a quick recap of this year’s Boston Children’s Holiday Hour, in which no one was a child anymore…
