on the Pilgrimage

I didn't write on Christmas ... not that there was nothing memorable about it ... there most definitely was ... but to focus my mind was something I honestly just didn't take the time for. So, here we are. Welcome to 2005 ... another year gone, and another lying ahead. Close the book on one and begin the book on another. What will this one bring? Do I sit and write New Year Resolutions? or do I set some goals? or do I make a mark at this time of my life in another way? Or maybe I just leave it open ... work on decluttering what has been and open spaces for new things that are not yet present to come in. Last year, at this time, I was so frustrated with my life - of where it was headed (or not headed), of the listlessness of it all, of a spinning of the wheels. I remember writing in my yearly letter that I wanted my life to change .... I didn't know how or where, but I could not go on with the way that it was. It was going to be a 'do-or-die' year ... not ...