holy.

on this morning of the eve of a new decade- a new year- a new day (as every morning is the morning of the eve of a new day, i suppose), i scribbled this:

i'm about as far from religious or spiritual as one can get. but it is new year's eve in new york city, and all i want, what i crave, is to find a church, a synagogue, heck anywhere with serenity and candlelight, and bow my head to the strength and wonder of the world. take this moment, this night, to bow my head to the strength and wonder i need, we all need, to move forward.

xo.