Mother Nature was a free-wheeling gal until Father Time came along to crimp her style. It would have been nice to have lived before such constraints – to know only the sun and the moon and not worry about much beyond that.
In 2012, we managed to dodge the Mayan’s prediction of the end of the world, although when I look at the current state of things, it occurs to me that they may have been speaking metaphorically. As a species, we continue to kill each other at an astounding rate, pollute the planet beyond what future generations may be able to survive, and worship at the altars of fear and lack. Frankly, it’s a wonder to me that we’ve lasted this long. I often question if we are not just a grand failed experiment and somewhere in the Universe is another planet much like ours where “God” got it right. Then I turn off the news...
Many will be happy to see 2012 go. I am not one of them. Exhausting as it was, I’m not happy to see any year go. It only means I have fewer left. You start to notice those things at a certain age. But I embrace the New Year and, like you, I eagerly infuse it with dreams and goals, promises and pledges, determined to make it even better than the last, hoping to hold onto its newness for a little longer this time around and to ward off the self-flogging when resolutions fall by the side of the road, as most inevitably do.
We might all be better off to just promise that we’ll do the best we can, forgive ourselves when we fall below our goals, and recognize the chance to start fresh with the dawn of each new day. After all, there was a time when each new day was all we knew.
Wishing you all an abundance of love, health, and good fortune in the coming year.
Jayne, Dixie, Mason, Bubba & Levi