2014 was a doorway I would not walk through again. Although it is true, when I summed up the parts of its heartaches I found something like wholeness. I returned to Boone in January of 2014 with one diploma, a world of uncertainty, and something like heartbreak. I came back to these mountains seeking solace in the home of their ridges. On their peaks I learned what it means to be present in spirit and community. In the rivers at their foot I was taught what it means to be swallowed whole by the depths of grief when I lost a dear friend. Through 365 days, 52 weeks, four moves, three houses, eight piñatas, two jobs denied, something like 2000 photographs, and a few too many heavy hearts I found a home that transcends geographical coordinates.
All gathered here at the threshold of 2015 holding sparklers alight with new hopes, new joys, new possibilities.