ode to 2015

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31 weeks2

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fathersday

fathersday

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festival

festival

to a year, so nearly spent so much to say and yet left unsaid - you have held in your days immeasurable joy and grief too heavy to bear,

you have been the hardest year so much newness, unknowns in the darkness of the night we lay wondering why and if only, for what -

we learnt  so much about ourselves our limitations, our gifts we wrestled with hopes, projections, beginnings -

and moments like

holding that just-born baby boy in my arms, filling a basket of freshly laid eggs, still warm, saying goodbye to my beloved grandmother, the crunch of thick frost and the drought that keeps on, the smell of bush fires that swept out of control near us, walks up the hills behind our house with my sister, my mother, with friends and alone, kin moving to the town nearby, running out of power for two days (and running out of water for three) rising early to set up a market stalls, plucking your own chicken, the golden yolk of a good egg and buzz of a busy hive - the kindness of neighbours, the sheep on the road and so so many funny phrases of our three year old,

I cannot help but close my eyes and whisper, in all this we are so blessed, truly, we are held and hounded loved and enfolded -

we accept because we must - that most of life is slow, steady work and we are only just started.