NuYear

The rain took care of the rubbish of the New Year. It was a sight...torn pieces of paper and firecracker left-overs scattered in our street. It rained on Jan. 1, providential...it wiped out the traces of the previous night's depleted 'armory' of sparklers, pwitis, and what have you.

New year isn't only about the change of 7 to 8. It's about new life, too. If you live your life the same way as you lived it before, then the passage of time is merely mechanical.

Love is one of the best gifts. It heals, too. It's somethng I wouldn't tired giving, receiving, and nurturing for the new year and always! :-)