Happy New Year!

As I’ve said before I never thot I’d see Jan 2025 but here I am.   It seems I’ve had this grappy heart so long it would never dare last til now.  …..    Eric, Anne and Cocoa Bean came over for a New Years’ visit, since she had the day off.  New “looks”  new dogs, out the window for Bean!!   After the aggressive breast disease Anne has been through, our fingers and toes are crossed she will have many years left.   But not me.   It is getting harder to move.  Slept through any noise.   
What is going on with Lightroom and Photoshop however?   I can’t even find a simple slider for shadows.  Is it me?   Thanks once again for all the lovely comments but I think perhaps it might be too much.  However .I do like things transparent. and am delighted blip could be a forum for talking that way about death.    …

I’m getting notes from people I haven’t heard from for many years.   Just got a card from a cousin I never hear from./…That I rather like…… must look into this poet.    An African American friend of Gandhi.

When the song of the angels is stilled,
When the star in the sky is gone,
When the kings and princes are home,
then the shepherd are back with their flock.
The work of 
Christmas begins: 
   To find the lost,
   To heal the broken
   To feed the hungry,
   To release the prisoner,
   To rebuild the nations,
   To bring peace among all,
   To make music in the heart.

                Howard Thurman  {1899-1981} internationally renowned theologian, mystic snd poet.founded the first interracial, interdenominational church in the US.  Believed that there must always be remaining in every one’s life some place for the singing of angels.”