I'm sitting on a bed in my upstairs room, in a friends' house near Wellington, and in a state-of-mind fairly representative of this personal year: somewhat distracted, somewhat disappointed, somewhat blocked, somewhat angry, somewhat underperforming but nevertheless still objectively blessed.
Still, I just want to say goodbye to 2013.
The other day Google sent me -- unsolicited -- an automated movie compiled from some of my photos and videos taken on my smartphone this year. Some people get creeped out by that sort of thing; not me. I was (wait for it . . . ) somewhat pleased with the end-product. Here it be:
That will do, I guess. The other day I was looking at the Gainesville Sun (I have to stay in touch with my college hometown, dontcha know?) and saw a photo gallery produced by Erica Brough that captured my interest. Here are three shots I'd like to share:
First, Chuck Scott fishing at Lake Wauburg out on Paynes Prairie;
Beautiful and serene. That picture brings me peace.
Second, Louie the dog blood donor;
Beautiful and inspiring. That picture taps into what remains of a formerly bleeding heart.
Beautiful and joyous. That picture helps explain why I love Gainesville.
I had a full existence in 2013, and definitely experienced the joys and pains of personal daily life. But I find myself pleased at this moment to be saying goodbye to 2013 and thinking these thoughts:
May the road rise to meet you,
May the wind be always at your back.
May the sun shine warm upon your face,
The rains fall soft upon your fields.
And until we meet again,
May God hold you in the palm of his hand.
May God be with you and bless you:
May you see your children's children.
May you be poor in misfortune,
Rich in blessings.
May you know nothing but happiness
From this day forward.
May the road rise up to meet you
May the wind be always at your back
May the warm rays of sun fall upon your home
And may the hand of a friend always be near.
May green be the grass you walk on,
May blue be the skies above you,
May pure be the joys that surround you,
May true be the hearts that love you.
Later, Gators (and all the rest of youze).