Yesterday was Epiphany, or the Three Kings Day, but I like to say epiphany (say it with me: eeeee-PIFfff-aneeeeee) and I love that it means sudden insight as well as the layers of religious meaning it has accreted.
I have had no epiphanies lately. I am working steadily on making this site smoother and more professional looking, but most of that work is under the hood so to speak, and not readily visible. So have some poetry instead:
The Journey of the Magi (1927)
T. S. Eliot
‘A cold coming we had of it,
Just the worst time of the year
For a journey, and such a long journey:’
For the rest you’ll have to go over here, but it remains one of my favorites and I recommend it highly.