Bitter cold has descended again upon the North Country. The spell of sub-zero we experienced in December felt unseasonable, this feels… inevitable.
Sue and I have begun Bullet Journals this year, a new way for us to organize and get things done. That is what January is for, trying new things and new habits.
Each January for awhile now, I have sat down and made lists of goals and strategies for achieving those goals in the new year: for my poetry, my fiction, blogging, health, finances, etc. The Bullet Journal will be another tool in that process.
I have said here before that while prose writers are a disciplined lot, poets are really not. At least this poet. The one discipline though that I am consistent at is getting up early every day and writing. And I suppose that is the most important one of all.
2016 was a tough year for those of us who value the Humanities. Everything we value most has seemingly been sullied, challenged, or overthrown: Reason, Truth, Art…. But like the bitter cold weather of January, this is merely a temporary suffering. Spring is just around the corner. In a Redeemed world, Ignorance and Death never have the last word.