NEW YEAR’S DAY 2019

As we ready ourselves to enjoy a cousin’s annual New Year’s brunch where four year old Ravi will cavort joyously with a boisterous bunch of small fry who make up the youngest generation of our extended family (their parents and grandparents having followed our lead by moving from the Midwest to the southwestern desert that we all call home), I have little time to write anything more than this:  Yesterday’s train of thought poured out of the intuitive portion of my mind in such a complex state of being as to have been in need of simplifying, and as that editing process is now complete, you might want to try your hand at absorbing insights, which, rather than leaping out of my think tank like jumping beans tumbling around on a trampoline, have settled down like ducklings gliding gracefully across a peaceful pond, all in a row, transporting insight-laden trains of thought from my mind toward yours—
Happy New Year, one and all, wherever
On this planet; which we share
You feel most at home ...
Your forever friend, Annie
(Wherever did these past 75 years go?)

Circa 1944

Circa 1976

Circa 2014

Circa 2015

circa 2018

😍😍HAPPY NEW YEAR FROM THE FANCIFUL PORTION OF MY MIND😍😍