I mourned the loss of innocence in the world and in myself.
But I rejoiced when it was born anew in so many ways.
I fell in love.
Community took on even more significance.
My sisters and brothers in Raleigh grew more precious.
I faced some fears.
Mortality reminded me of its grip on me and the lives of my loved ones.
The great cloud of witnesses surrounded, and witnessed (which freaked me out).
I gave birth.
I cried more than I wanted to.
But nothing made me happier than the laughter of my child.
I missed family.
I gained new friends in unexpected places.
And even met up with some old ones.
Sleep became elusive.
Read a few good books, saw some good movies.
But mostly, any down time was spent wanting to sleep.
I learned to appreciate my humanity even more.
And my spiritual life grew out of the mundane.
Out of the ordinary, every-day occurrences of life on this earth.
Changed many, many diapers.
I cooked, and it became a creative process and an outlet.
My body was made food for someone.
I thought a lot about hunger.
And Jesus kept me.
In the light, dark, and the murky in-between,
he kept me.
Goodbye old year, I am glad for the things you taught me.