Winter First Moon of the New Year
A new year awaits us. January 1st. Between now and then there will be many bytes spilled over resolutions, revelations and revolutions. Last year we had revolutions, the Arabic Spring, and revelations, what do all those Republican candidates really believe, and soon we will have resolutions for better this or that.
I’m skipping the resolutions business again this year. Just checked back a year ago to see if I had skipped them last year. Yep.
When I was young, I would have thought the notion of remaining the same from year to year the height of old-fogginess, stuck-in-the-mudness. Come to think of it, I guess I still do. Still, I’m less and less impressed with plans and resolutions since life as it comes tends to alter with amazing fluidity any intentions.
Or, maybe I just fold easily when it comes down to it, but I don’t think so. I’ve hung on to the Latin, the politics, the art. I’ve been up and down on the novel writing front, but I have written 5, so it’s not like I’ve done nothing in that regard. I’ve stayed in this marriage 22 years this March. I’ve got the same car I bought in 1994.
Anyhow, I want to write a bit tomorrow or Friday about how January 1st became New Year. I mean, the Jews celebrate in September, the Celts in October, the Chinese in February, so how do we end up with new year in the middle of the winter? I’ve found some interesting material about it.
