Some good friends left this plane of existence. I hurt, but I've hurt worse.
I laughed some. A few tears dribbled down my cheeks.
I did some things I was extraordinarily proud of.
I experienced fear. I faced my fears.
I took some photos, wrote some stories. I sewed some art quilts that amazed the one critic that really matters: me.
I was reminded, over and over again, that it is dark and light that together make contrast, and that perception requires contrast. Contrast is what brings richness to art and to life itself.
All in all, 2016 was a rich year. I expect 2017 to be even richer.
When I toast the new year to come in a few hours, I'll raise a glass to you, too. Thank you for reading my stuff. Thank you for laughing with me, not at me. Thank you for being friends, whether I've ever met you or not.
Happy New Year. May 2017 be full of riches for you and yours.
All in all, 2016 was a rich year. I expect 2017 to be even richer.
When I toast the new year to come in a few hours, I'll raise a glass to you, too. Thank you for reading my stuff. Thank you for laughing with me, not at me. Thank you for being friends, whether I've ever met you or not.
Happy New Year. May 2017 be full of riches for you and yours.
