epiphany

In this season of Epiphany, I'm always hopeful that my own way will become clear. That I'll have a break through in whatever I'm working on or pondering. Like the Wise Men, I dream, but the meaning is lost to me. An eureka moment would make all the slogging worthwhile, wouldn't it?

So I begin the new year - researching and writing non-fiction, revising Hildegard, planning poetry workshops. I wait for my epiphany, the moment when I realize what my purpose is. It usually comes during the work, hard-won, but there all the same.

This year I will make a long journey for an extended stay in Japan. New experiences will open the way for fresh epiphanies. It worked for the Wise Men. Like them, I will be waiting.