New Years Day, 2022
It's interesting how the celebration of New Year's has changed through the decades for me. Once upon a time, it was all about dressing up, going to a party and lots of champagne. As the years went by, it became spending time with good friends, enjoying good food and making memories. Then it was just Rick and I, a great meal at home, and a good bottle of wine and sometimes we didn't stay up to welcome the new year.
Rick loved New Years, it and Thanksgiving were his two favorite holidays. He made elaborate mind maps of his resolutions, he would make recordings of his resolutions. For him, a new year was like getting a new life. I never got into resolutions but I always did vision boards. A couple of months after he died, I picked up my vision board for 2020 and threw it in the trash. Everything on that board, every vision I had included him. I no longer make vision boards.
Last year as 2021 came calling, I had expectations. You probably had them as well. A vaccine would be distributed, Covid would be contained, and the divisive craters created by politics would begin to grow smaller.
This year, I have no expectations of 2022. As a matter of fact, I smudged my house last night, opened the doors and hoped that any kind of negativity that existed would disappear into the darkness.
I am living one day at a time with hopes that I can spend time with my friends and family, play music once again and travel before I am too old. I am practicing kindness as much as I possibly can. This farm is a full time job but the hard work outdoors has been good for me. I am grateful for family, friends, my dogs and chickens. My life is very different, but it's good. Painting and music give me joy, so do books and conversations with friends.
This morning when I walked the dogs I spied a flash of golden yellow on the trail. I looked down and there was a heart shaped leaf. I think it was a gift for the new year. For this year, may we all be kind, to each other, our selves, to the world around us.
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