Happy New Year!
Yesterday was the first day of twenty eighteen. How did it go for you? If it didn’t go well, don’t worry. Today is another day and, God willing, there’s tomorrow too. No need to put all of the importance on one arbitrary day. I’ve learned that from my children.
I asked them what their New Year’s Resolutions might be. After explaining what a resolution was, they thought about it a moment. My daughter said she was happy as long as she loved her family and her family loved her. My son told me a very long story about how we should all be nicer to animals and the earth and then said he wanted to eat more popcorn.
I approve whole heartedly with each of them.
I already talked about my goals this year, in relation to my personal birthday year, and I’ve been trying to put them into action this past month. I’ve also recently been taking a Barre Method class at least twice a week and have liked how strong it makes me feel. I realized I missed yoga and moving and decided to throw those things in with my goals as well. Not for any body goal, but to feel healthy and clear headed and, again, strong.
I know 2017 was rough for a lot of us and I saw the poem Good Bones by Maggie Smith circulating quite a bit. I love it so much and printed it out and stuck it on my fridge. I’ve decided it’s time for a new poem, new words to ring in my head each time I open the fridge. It will either be the Shel Silverstein poem I have in my header or The Orange by Wendy Cope
The Orange – Poem by Wendy Cope
At lunchtime I bought a huge orange—
The size of it made us all laugh.
I peeled it and shared it with Robert and Dave—
They got quarters and I had a half.
And that orange, it made me so happy,
As ordinary things often do
Just lately. The shopping. A walk in the park.
This is peace and contentment. It’s new.
The rest of the day was quite easy.
I did all the jobs on my list
And enjoyed them and had some time over.
I love you. I’m glad I exist.
I love the messages of both. Of creating something, adding something to this world. And also of simply enjoying what’s already in it, the simple pleasure of eating an orange with your loved ones.
I took the picture for this post on a recent walk in Santa Fe. It was about 4:30 when we walked up the hill near my mom’s house and the sun was starting to lower. Everything was cast in a golden light. The sky in Santa Fe is different than anywhere else I’ve been. Clearer. Bluer. I marvel at it every time I go and can never capture it in a picture or in words. Christmas Eve we walked out on my mom’s roof and the sky was ablaze with stars. It’s the only way to describe it. Ablaze. It feels like you could lift your hand out and pull a star down, wear it like a rare diamond around your neck.
Anyway, the picture is simply of the rocks on the side of the road, broken through so homes could be built, cars could drive through. I loved the sunlight hitting them, making them appear golden, catching the quartz buried beneath. The texture and the depth of Earth before we got there appealed to me.
Something about it appeals to me in this New Year. Taking the time to stop and see what else the light could catch. Noticing the sky and how it looks different throughout the year.
The kids and I have been paying attention to the moon as we learned about the phases of the moon this past fall. Last night was the Wolf Moon and we all stepped out and gave it a good howl. I would love to always know what the moon is doing, to be aware of the heavens. It keeps me in check when I start worrying about nonsense here on Earth.
I hope, for you and for me, that this new year brings moments. Moments of peace, of utter joy, of quiet, of love, and of hope. And I pray I have the presence of mind to notice the moments and hold my tongue when I want to complain or wish for something more. May I look back this time next year and give thanks for all the ordinary, simple days.
Happy New Year!