New Providence

Here I am, well provided for in Providence. Providentia. Providential. Provider I am not, these days; rather, provided for this winter of our Providence, 2005. It is a new year, a time to change, a time to get into gear, to turn the providential wheels, but where? I know not. How? I know not. Just why: the answer is simple: because I have to, or risk being permanently out to pasture at an age when I ought to be putting in my time, sowing the seeds for a more secure future. And what, therefore, am I doing? This life of quiet desperation? Been there so long it looks like up. Just take the plunge, who cares off from what cliff or where? I leap, therefore I am. A leap of faith, of life, not death. Maybe it really is this simple, that is, get off of the riverbank and into the stream, and both time, and the river I go a fishing in will carry me to who knows where? It looks like Providence, to me.