Let's face it, January 1st is about the most artificial new year anyone could come up with. The Jewish people say it's now with Roshashana and Yom Kippur. The pagans say it's now with the Autumnal Equinox. School starts at this time of year. In ancient times, this equinox marked the new year. Of course, there were also 13 months back then. . .
(Let's not forget that the stars point to some special cosmic workings right now -- on the 22nd, an eclipse combined with the shift from Virgo to Libra.)
In any case, I know SO many people who seem to be enduring upheaval right now. Relatives with cancer, seizures, kidney infections, and friends with lupus. Buildings catching fire. Folks feuding with their bosses. And, in the other direction, people seeming to fall in love out of the blue. It's as if the powers at be just put the lid on the shaker and said, "Go!"
I like to think that all of this change signifies the pendulum swinging in a backward direction. Today we find the middle ground. In the next few weeks, the swing will go the other way.
So, dig deep, I say. Search your soul. Make your resolutions. Everything will get back to normal soon. And, in January, if anyone asks you why you don't have a "New Year's Resolution," just tell 'em you already did that back in September.
1 Comments:
Good thoughts. Glad to see that you insulated yourself against non-posting criticism as well.
I think there's something evocative in yoir notion of being stuck on a pendulum, poised at the nadir of its arc and feeling all of the weight of that momentum behind you.
I see that with my friends and parents, as we pass each other on disparate axis of pendular motion, as we all pass from birth to childhood to adulescence to young adulthood to maturity to late maturity to senesence and finally death. Phew. That period of that motion is about 77 years, give or take, or the measure of the average American lifetime. Dig deep indeed. Life is short.
In the meantime, I'm enjoying the challah.
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