There is something poignant about the ending – the closing of a year…it requires reflection, sometimes satisfying, sometimes regretful. Being regretful is, of course, an incredible waste of energy; but human nature being what it is – we all do it. I wrote earlier this year, about the fact that this had been a year of “wake-up” calls, and it has been. It has been a year of contrasts, conflicts, contradictions, confusion and oddly, also clarity. It has been a year of introspection and not as much circumspection as I might have had…but nevertheless, at 72, a year rich and full of experiences. Today, Christmas Day, I feel a heavy melancholy, that has settled on me like a thick fog…I feel the need to move carefully, because I’m not completely sure of where I’ve been, where I am or where I’m going…very unusual for me – usually so positive.
Having come close to death, actually, technically, BEING dead, while my heart was out of my body and I was on the heart-lung machine; I’ve done an unusual amount of reflection this year, and I’m determined to be wiser this new year opening up. That’s the beauty of the opening of a New Year..It does present us the opportunity to set goals, state our hopes and wishes for the year in front of us, and as we grow older, and the opportunities for true change, internal change, become shorter…it’s important to do our personal best, to achieve the internal, spiritual and physical changes we desire.
As I go through my own process, I wish you all, the best in your own endeavors for this coming year.