Tonight I shall go out and howl into the blackness of the last of the year. I will summon up outrage and hatred, intolerance and annoyance, all that may threaten the peace of a new year. I shall get it all out into the wind, away from my mind, away from my life.
I will make room for the appropriate human emotions in response to that which I have a say. Empathy, understanding, gratitude, grief and sorrow that is honest and real. And allow tolerance, comprehension, learning and ultimate knowledge of that of which I have no experience or control, to flow through me and out into the world.
The Lost Children: A Charity Anthology