It's been a long day taking down Christmas. The tree is dead and bare in the living room waiting to be taken away in the morning. Piano lessons are starting back up tomorrow, and I'm taking this last day to clean and to organize, hoping that being tidy will somehow make me more ready to tackle another year of teaching.
Today, the vog (volcanic fog) rolled in from the south-east, covering the limits of sea-horizon in a voggy veil (forgive my affinity for assonance). The sun set early, vermilion beneath the haze.
Life has been busy the past few months, and to be honest, New Years Day felt rather same-old same-old to me. As if nothing ever changes, as if there were no hint at how the year would turn out. And then today, I came across John Wesley's Covenant Prayer on the blog A Defined Life.
And now, O glorious and blessed God, Father, Son and Holy Spirit,
- thou art mine, and I am thine.