A little bite

So I must say it quickly:

Whoever is in your life,

those who harm you,

those who help you;

and those whom you do not know -

let them off the hook,

help them off the hook.

Recognize the hook.

You are listening to Radio Resistance.

~ Leonard Cohen S.O.S. (excerpt)

Having been in the old country for three weeks and having come back, I'm recombobulating by using my jet lag-induced early waking to pretend to be a super-efficient morning person for as long as that lasts. It's only 9am and I've been up for three hours.
I'm feeling quite gung ho about this year with a sort of 'suck it up or change it' attitude. I'm mulling over my word of the year, something with a little bite. Rather than 'pressing on' as I often put it, I'm marching on even though I'm sometimes marching into stillness. I described to several people over Christmas that living in Canada is like being a skimming stone and visiting England is like finally dropping deeper. There is virtue in skimming, but it is inherently unsustainable.
Hence, I love this fierce Neptune statue in Motcombe pond, Eastbourne, both surrounded by tree root reflections and backgrounded by a church.