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
