“We bless this year for all we learned, For all we loved and lost And the quiet way it brought us Nearer to our invisible destination.” John O’Donohue Okay. Maybe I’m a little bit odd; but I love January. To me January is like a brand-new journal with its pages white and empty, waiting to be filled with heart sentiments as each new day unfurls. A new sketch book. Empty, yet full of possibilities that rise up from my soul, only to appear on the tip of my paintbrush. Astonishing me once again. January is like fresh fallen snow. No deer tracks. No foot prints. No slush…just pristine white. Unmarked, waiting…