I'll keep this end-of-the-year missive short, with a poem:
This year, let your love for the world grow wild;
like your garden;
real, or inside you.
Plant some seeds for the future;
pull some from the library;
think about what you will "do" versus "watch."
Our lives are our gardens, full of wild creatures, weeds, and delicious gems.
Like any fruit we start with a flower;
we too must be open to bees;
And as we sit in our gardens;
we must think about what we are willing to "do" for our passion;
for our future;
and with love turn our faces towards the sun.
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Wishing you the best in the coming year! Happy 2012!