You know I've had my share
But I've climbed the mountain, I've crossed the river
And I'm almost there…"
—"Almost There" lyrics, Princess and the Frog
Ah yes, you're almost there. But where is almost there?
Life is like that -- sets of disparate swirling scatter plots, loosely correlated and connected in a vast universe that sometimes feels really small, accessible and attainable; while other times it, does, not.
But now that I've lived nearly half a century, fairly unscathed by violence or mayhem (except as a child and that which is emotionally self-inflicted as an adult), and surviving multiple economic swings -- everyday is a series of scatter plots, infinitesimally intimate mulit-colored actions and reactions that take the shape of moving pictures like "Dear Diary" flip books.
And we do love collecting flip books, don't we. Especially at Christmastime, when reflecting on this year and years past ups and downs, always heres and almost theres is the perennial pastime.
My "almost theres" are the three points of bright light that keep me moving and loving, hopeful and happy.
Merry Christmas my dearest B-hive. Keep the flip books coming.