Inside the minute spaciousness of a new year

A new year has begun and I am in it. This pregnant container waiting for my self doodling in time and space. Already it holds many songs, some weeping, laughter, the work of my hands, the ticking of my digestive system and the thrumming of my heart. I have casually slept away hours of this year. Already reaching toward Autumn, in this Southern Hemisphere. I want to befriend this year - to inhabit it fully. My feet pressed against one side and my hands against the other I will freefall down through time as if it were an express elevator. Somehow I must catch this one. So many others have slipped by. They are here for the having one brief flicker and then made to step aside for the next passage. Right now...right NOW, I am seeing and celebrating the yearness of this time, this sweet and sour illusion of my being. I whisper, half to myself and half to all the universe, "Remember Solomon's ring! Remember Solomon's ring!"