New Light. New Year. New Hope.

Winter and the Moon of the New Year

Christmastide, Day 6: Hogmanay, New Year’s Eve

Thursday gratefuls: Tony’s Market. Easy Entrees. Subway. Resistance work. Cardio. 5:30 am wake up. Jon, Ruth, Gabe. The folks who write dramas like Ray Donovan, Janet King, His Dark Materials, Raised by Wolves, Professor and the Madman. Actors, too. The Internet. Servers. 20 days until January 20th at 9 am. Vaccines. Covid. Trump.

 

 

Ding, Ding, Bells o’ the Barony!

Ding! Ding! Hogmanay harmony.

Naebody greets for the year thats awa’

W.D. Cocker, the Auld Year   p. 188, Matthews

(This ditty seemed particularly apt for this decadal turn)

 

Hogmanay is a word of unknown origin. It’s not well known outside of Scotland, but there, it gets celebrated with energy. Christmas is An Nollaig Mohr, the Big Yule, and New Year’s, An Nollaig Bheag, the Little Yule. Yes. But in Scotland it’s the little Yule that gets the bigger celebration.

Folks throng the city streets, drinking early, then drinking all the while it takes to ring in the New Year, and disperse with good cheer not long after.

It’s a day for tending to unfinished business. Mini-spring cleaning. Debts paid. Borrowed items returned. Stockings darned. Tears mended. Clocks wound up. Musical instruments tuned. Pictures hung straight. Brass and silver polished. Fresh linens on the bed.  F. Marian McNeill, the Silver Bough.  Matthews 189.

I like the tradition of first-footing. Darken the house. A family member, or a friend, has a candle, a live flame, and goes outside at the stroke of midnight. A knock on the door and fire crosses the threshold both of your home and the New Year. If you want to go the whole way with this idea, put candles in several rooms and follow the first-footer as they go from room to room lighting the candles.

You might say something like: (Matthews, 190)

Welcome to the light of the New Year

And Welcome is the one who brings it here!

As friend Tom Crane rightly observes, there is no real New Year. The poison and toxicity of the last twelve months will not recede into the past just because the ball drops in (a quiet) Times Square. All the various New Year designations, and they vary a lot by season and date, are human signposts that acknowledge the orbit of our Earth around the Sun.

Yet. Artificial constructs though they may be, New Years acknowledge two important things, at least for me. The first says, yes, our spaceship (thanks, Bucky Fuller) has carried us all the way round our Sol one more time. Unscathed. In this it also acknowledges, even if indirectly, the solar systems flight to the stars, our Milky Way galaxies flight toward Andromeda, and all the other fast movement around us that we cannot even see. Including the earth’s rotation.

The second important thing, symbolized above by first-footing and finishing the unfinished, is that we can start anew. Even though the past is not vanished, neither does it have to determine our future. We can come into the present moment by bringing in fresh light. We can come into the present by getting rid of matters left undone that weigh on us. We can change years by changing ourselves each New Year.

Of course, in this sense, each day, each hour, each moment comes anew. As indeed it does.

Having said all that, and meaning it, I also say, Good Riddance to this bastard child of time, the year 2020. Let’s bring all the bright, original, light we can to this new year, 2021!