2020 draws to a close. And everywhere we look, we're told how tragic and unfortunate it has been.

I wrote the poem on this photo today. In response, I think, to the year's hand-wringing headlines as well as to something a friend of mine is going through.

I'm a contrarian. Or maybe a trickster. I look for what's not said. I think that, these days, that's where you find truth--outside the conventional storylines and platitudes.

What's not often said is that when "things happen," they are not good or bad. Things happen to us. Better said, they happen with us. Even better said, we happen to them.

How we digest experience is what makes it good or bad. It's not up to providence. It's up to us.

We are alchemists working on the base metal of "what is." We can make it into gold.

So, I'd like to say, it has been a powerful year.

May you use it as rocket fuel in the next one.

Chris

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