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Welcome to 1998. Good-bye 1997. Another year...another day. What does it all mean? We look forward to a new year -- a new
chance at new beginnings. Last year really sucked. You went further into
debt; the kids got older, wanted cars; the company you work for
streamlined. You kept your job but now have more work at the
same wage. Don't you just love it? But, it's now 1998. This
year will be different. You will finally get out of debt. The
kids are closer to moving out, at least you hope. You got
heartbroken in 1997 but in 1998 you will meet Mr. or Ms. Right,
or, give up on meeting anyone. You have hopes and dreams that we all
tend to attach with the turning of the year. As you are sitting there, stop, take a deep breath and re-read the
paragraph above. Now, tell me, is that really all life is about? Is that
all that went on in 1997? What about the young man that stopped in the pouring rain to
help you load stuff into your car; just because? What about that
flower that bloomed even after the kids trampled through the
garden? How about that child's laughter that made you smile?
Have you watched the clouds lately? Have you looked up at the
sky at night? What about that sunset? Did you see it? Or were
you too caught up in how terrible your life is? You want 1998 to be better than all the years before yet, are you
going to stop for those moments to just be? To see the sunset,
to see the moon, to feel the breeze or the rain falling on your
head. Are you going to try to be friendly to strangers even if
they don't seem to be "as good" as you? If not, well, then your
life is going to be much the same as it is now and has been in
the past. Nothing will never change because you never change.
Sure, none of it pays the bills, fixes your relationships, or
gets the work done, but it does help you. It gives you a moment
of escape from the hectic monotony of life. It renews peace within
yourself. If you think that is a silly idea then ask yourself
this -- why does it seem the people who have the wealth, the
prestige, the fame, kill themselves? Have you ever tried to
figure out why? They have everything that you're looking
for.
The people who make it through life's crises,
tell you it's the simple things that mean the most. The
friend you can trust, the lover who stood by you, (that is if
they survived your hell), the hometown you come from. If there
is not peace and hope to look forward to then there is nothing
but hectic monotony. Life comes and goes and if you do not -- as they say "Stop
and smell the roses", life just continues without
meaning. You say, "I don't have the time!". You don't! That is,
and always will be, true. Time goes on, passes us by,
never once stopping to see what we are doing with it, not even
caring if we wasted, lived it, or just let it pass. Time has its
own path to follow. It is up to us to find the time to make
"life" more important then "things." After all, time takes it
away. The child that we never saw grow up. The wife/husband
that we never took the time to say, "thanks for being there". The
entertainer/musician/artist/author who we never took the time to
say, "That was great! I really enjoyed it!". We get too caught
up in our trivial daily existence to realize even people we see as successful may
need that moment of "thanks," to show that all their hard work
mattered to someone. In her poem in this issue, Barbara Oswald tells us about Peace on Earth. Peace starts with
you, in the immediate world around you. It carries
over into everything you do. Why not really make a difference in
1998 and start working towards peace. Peace in your family,
peace where you work, peace where ever you go. Plant the seed.
Let it grow!
--Lynn Beck, Literary Editor. Lynn
is currently busy playing with her new puppy
and counting the days until spring!
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