Our calendars tell us that 2017 is drawing to a close, and while I know that hours, days, weeks, months and years were designed purely to make the progression of time less confusing, yet still I will celebrate the arrival of 2018, along with the rest of the world.
I have so much to celebrate. It almost feels greedy to be the recipient of this degree of wellness.
I’ll rinse off the detritus of the early part of the year, and also the dirt of the sixteen years that preceded it, holding only happy memories in the archive of my brain. There will be no sad or fearful past to grieve over. It will be gone. My children will create a better future for themselves.
Next year will begin, continue and conclude joyfully.
I’d like to mark the occasion by standing on a hilltop with my children, standing in a circle, holding hands as we wait for the sunrise. At the first sight of dawn we would break apart, and dance wildly around each other. That will not be possible, but I’ll think of something to make the filigree bonds that tie us as a family, glow silver in the light of a new era.
That’s a week away. Meanwhile, let’s celebrate Christmas.
Love and peace to you all, tomorrow and always,
©Jane Paterson Basil