Today, while driving home from church, my husband and I came upon a mama goat and her three newborn kids laying in the middle of the county road . The third kid was still wrapped in its sack and couldn't breathe. The mama seemed a bit distracted and so my husband jumped out of the car and opened up the sack for the little tyke. After a few soundless gasps it got its lungs full of air and started letting out some loud crying, demanding that its mama pay a little attention to him... or her. At this point we drove on up the road marveling at the wonder of new life.
It is very easy to start getting in a rut and lose that capacity to see new beginnings. I love the New Year celebration because it can be an impetus to open our eyes to the possibilities that surround us. Sometimes, when I am feeling in a rut, or these north coast rains keep falling (23" since Jan 1!), I contemplate that a new month is just around the corner, then I think about how a new week will be here soon and then I realize a new day will dawn tomorrow and finally I realize that each breath I take is one that I have not yet tasted. I breathe deep, fill my lungs, and let out a cry of wonder at new life.