Hello, friends!I want to close this year with a poem from one of my favorite poets, John O’Donohue: At The End Of The Year As this year draws to its end,We give thanks for the gifts it broughtAnd how they became inlaid withinWhere neither time nor tide can touch them.The days when the veil liftedAnd the soul could see delight;When a quiver caressed the heartIn the sheer exuberance of being here.Surprises that came awakeIn forgotten corners of old fieldsWhere expectation seemed to have quenched. The slow, brooding timesWhen all was awkwardAnd the wave in the mindPierced every sore with salt.The darkened days that stopped The confidence of the dawn.Days when beloved faces shone brighterWith light from beyond themselves;And from the granite of some secret sorrowA stream of buried tears loosened.We bless this year for all we learned,For all we loved and lostAnd for the quiet way it brought usNearer to our invisible destination.