Resolutions
Resolutions Ding, Dong, Ding, Dong: the new year's bells are chiming, and the old year's bells are clanging, already dissonant with new resolutions. What do I hear? Well, last year's bells aren't tinkling and merry. I imagine them heavy and thick like those of many ancient church towers. They have booming voices and need a good push to start swinging. I am my own bell ringer, shoving off and riding the bells, not knowing when they will lose momentum and weigh too much to ring. What if I switch up the bells this year? I imagine them much smaller and round; not bells at all, really. The fascinating vibrations of Tibetan bowls has always soothed me. Actually, I think they're called "singing" bowls because each one truly does have a unique voice. When I hear a bowl sing I stop, enraptured by the sound. Or, maybe it would be more accurate to say I become infused with the reverberations and can do nothing else but listen. That's my resolution for the n...