In this last week of January, I look back on the first month of the new year 2022.
I call to mind the growing light after the winter solstice, and remember the seeds of life under the frozen ground.
Yes, there have been dark grey days, but I remember the occasional moments of bright blue skies and look forward to more in February. I listen to the myriad of tiny birds chirping in the bushes and let them foretell the arrival of my red breasted friends, my first sign of spring.
GK Chesterton tells us that: “The object of a new year is not that we should have a new year. It is that we should have a new soul.”
In this COVID time of human suffering with disease, extreme climate disasters, and growing poverty, I am using all that is around me to cultivate a “new soul” of hope to share in love with those I meet.
Sister Rosemary Fry
