And now it is the holiday season – a time, for many, of profound joy; a time, for many, of profound sorrow. It is a gift in many ways. For while people this time of year seem to speed up, time itself seems to slow down. Darkness, like a comfortable acquaintance, arrives early and lingers long. It is a time to reflect upon the year behind us and consider what is our work for the year ahead. Bearing these things in mind, I want to share with you something from the poet Galway Kinnell who, besides the poem below, also shared these words, “Nobody would write poetry if the world seemed perfect.” The world is not perfect, and we are not perfect in it. But as imperfect people in an imperfect world, may we see the blessing in the duality. May we care for each other in our highs and lows. May we ever learn to reteach loveliness, and to learn it again when we forget it of ourselves.