Birthing the new year into the wee hours in a wild gyration of primal beats, delving deep down to the instinctive root of pure bliss in life and body exuded through sweat and movement in unspoken tribalism with strangers, camaraderie and smiles freely flowing luminescence through the shadowy streets, tumbling into warm friend welcomes and succoring sleep, waking to the sweet peace and safety of the old heart home, delightful discovering that the shining of the starlight still bathes your skin after all the hours, bright clarity streaming through the window strengthening dear connections and warmth in this new day, news of grandma’s passing interwoven through the tapestry of shimmering now-ness, sharp-felt loss of remaining chances to connect, to learn the stories and history of times before you were even a twinkling dream in the deepness, to know how you are a part of the long ancestral mother line, unaccountable unknown wisdom lost, loss of her echoing loss of your voice still runaway hiding in the dark, missing, missing still, even through the beaming joy-filled celebration of radiant futures of this abundant consummate me returned to life, life and death, warp and weft, loss and love, all, all in this beauty-fulled inaugural day.