Comments on: New Year’s Eve, what are you doing?

By: sparkle333

sparkle333 — Tue, 01 Jan 2008 10:51:10 +0000

Linda: Well, once again the parallels are interesting. I also took my daughter out in the yard on New Years Eve to hit the pots and pans, because my grandmother told me that’s what they did. We would march up and down our long driveway, clanging them and hitting them with spoons, shouting “Happy New Year.” Great fun! (I’m sure the neighbors loved it!)
How precious of you to call your mother every year. I find that very thoughtful and touching.
My husband and I always stay home now. For years, he was singing every New Years Eve, and I could barely get my kiss before some strange, inebriated woman would try to get one too. They never got one though, to my knowledge! LOL! Anyway, with my husband singing in a band for years, I look forward to a quiet, cozy night at home. I know, I know…I’m getting old and settled. (And proud of it!)
So what we did right after midnight this year, was open our Christmas presents to each other! We NEVER felt lively enough until now with all the family Christmas stuff going on. So we waited, and were glad we did.
Happy New Year my friend.
(Thanks for the comments on my blog. I don’t get very many, and it’s fun to read them!) Hugs-Lonnette

By: Linda

Linda — Tue, 01 Jan 2008 10:08:27 +0000

Steph, start in the middle if you can’t go back to The Beginning. Growth and leadership can start in the middle and grow upwards through the leaves, and downwards through the roots. Start somewhere. That’s all we have, most of the time. The knowledge is there in your history. Telling the story is the hard part. It’s all there.

Love to you in this new year,
Linda

By: willingness

willingness — Tue, 01 Jan 2008 04:24:07 +0000

It’s just past 11 pm here in Dundas, Ontario, and what we are doing this New Year’s Eve is quietly praying that many years from now we will look back on 2007 as the worst year of our lives. Please, god, let there be no pain longer, deeper, wider, or higher than the pain contained in this one year.

My life as a child was difficult, far too difficult for me to greet any new year with joy and promise. My years spent as a young adult made my childhood look rosy. In all that time I never celebrated New Year’s. But then came my time…a warm time in the sun. And still I didn’t celebrate New Year’s, but only because I celebrated each day as a blessing. Then came love. Each New Year’s after Love, I shook my head in amazement that we survived a whole year of such a chaotic life together, and smiled in gratitude for the chance to live a wild and wonderful story that leaves even the grandest, most imaginative fiction looking as dull as a grocery list in comparison.

This year that wild and wonderful story ended. I know I can’t go on until I write it. No new life story will show itself until I write the last one, but it will not come out yet. I can’t find the beginning. The beginning was long before the child. Long before the Love. It begins with me because it is my story, but the part with the child is the only part I want to tell. So this New Year’s Eve I sit and wish for knowledge of The Beginning.

steph