Happy New Year!
A serious thought to start the year: Katherine Howard, in a devotional book I use, made this observation: “Who are we when we are no longer someone’s wife, husband, child, parent, friend? When we are no longer secretary, lawyer, teacher, cook? When we can no longer garden, walk, see? . . . Our losses can be openings to a deeper identity.”
We talk about re-inventing ourselves. But, as Howard observes, it’s not re-invention. It’s realization.
My massage and Reiki practitioner reminded me that humor, even silliness, can dispel certain harmful negative energies. I realize that zaniness has been absent in my life for a while. I don’t make resolutions for a New Year, but I will plan to have larks, at least once a month.
For this month, at least one friend and I will howl at the Wolf Moon. H-OW-OW-OW-L-L-L ! Yes.
Early in spring I will plan to guest-conduct the Atlantic Ocean or another body of water. In my youth, I conducted the Atlantic Ocean wearing swim trunks and a t-shirt. Now, as I am older, I am more humble, and will deign myself guest-conductor but I will conduct in a tuxedo. I will conduct for two or three minutes (It will be a sea interlude.), and then treat the two or three friends I invite as audience and witness to a seafood dinner afterwards. And, most importantly, laugh. Laugh a good belly laugh at my foolishness.
Perhaps I’ll host a Red Neck tapas covered dish party. Or invite folks over for a first day of spring outdoor costume party with polite but rowdy games. Or dance a solo summer solstice dance–with hand-held percussion. Or have friends over for a slap-stick comedy movie, even if at first we have to fake the laughter. Possibilities are limited only by imagination and law.
On New Year’s Eve, I baked myself a birthday pie, my favorite pie, coconut custard. It’s Goldy’s recipe. Goldy put her pies on benches on her patio to cool, and to keep them safe from the five small, marauding boys (yes, I was one of them) who lived in the two houses across the street, made small pies for each of us that we were free to take. The house surely smelled good with a baked pie on a cold winter’s night. A small piece was part of New Year’s and my January 1 birthday’ s breakfast.
Let’s trust that the New Year will bring blessings and opportunities. We will have to work for good things, but we can do so, and it is time.
Thank you for reading. I hope your week will be good.