The art of gathering together
Now that we’re deep in the January woods, and even the moon shows barely a sliver as it shifts towards the new Lunar at the end of the week, it’s a moment for ‘stopfulness.’ The mindful and interior survey of how things stand. The state of our own particular union.
We’re far enough from the holidays now that we can take stock. In concert with the commercial world, we take inventory of the experiences we have accumulated, the friends we can number.
Casting back to the end of the year, what fish rise to the baited hook of remembrance? While columns worried over the consequences of fraught holiday tables, which were the ones that lent a warm glow to that internal hearth where the mind’s eye replays the recent past, those ‘oceanside memories, made in Maine’?