The noon-day devil made a home settled and unapologetic below the heavy camouflage. Above and sheltered the stealthy fur-twitch nuisance poised and ready, aims. Fire! Ricochet! Repeat! A flit of scatter, and the bucket startles to attention clanging empty. First memory. Then hush. And eye to nature's eye resolve appears, the gift of silent conversation. "Wake up! Acedia Be Gone! The keeper of the empty bucket orchestrates the filling." NYE 2020 DFetterly
If you feel your bucket too light or even empty, what are you going to do to fill it? I’m wishing each of you the will and energy to take those steps.