Blue Moon Shining Through My Window
the view from my desk as I write this…
I am whistling Auld Lang Syne and reading poems about January and New Years. I should be getting ready for the party we are scheduled to attend. But it’s only 7:47pm and the big show isn’t until Midnight. Plus, the longer Canyon naps now the better our chances of ringing in the new year among friends. Part of me thinks it wouldn’t be so bad to just stay here in my long underwear and read and write the new year in. I surely have spent a worse New Years Eve.
Thinking of resolutions and fresh starts. Every January 1st since 1995 I swear “this is the year I will actually make it past March in the Simple Abundance book.” I swear I will eat better, lose weight and exercise (FYI-it took me about 5 tries to spell it write) (FYI-I spelled that “write” instead of “right”. Good Golly Ms. Laurie Can’t Spell). I will declutter my house, host fabulous dinner parties, learn Spanish, etc.
Who knows? Maybe this year is my year. And hopefully yours.
The Year
What can be said in New Year rhymes,
That’s not been said a thousand times?
The new years come, the old years go,
We know we dream, we dream we know.
We rise up laughing with the light,
We lie down weeping with the night.
We hug the world until it stings,
We curse it then and sigh for wings.
We live, we love, we woo, we wed,
We wreathe our prides, we sheet our dead.
We laugh, we weep, we hope, we fear,
And that’s the burden of a year.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox
Oh well. To the shower I go. Happy New Year!
