So here it is, another calendar year. I actually have fits of hysterical laughter at this particular turning - as it is completely and totally an artifice of the human realm. When is 'your' new year? 'Your' new beginning? Is there a 'right and proper' answer to this question? So, here I sit, wishing blessings to all the worlds from all of my heart(s) and wondering at this collective thing called 'new year'.
One of my favorite 'new year' traditions is at the Vernal Equinox, which is in March in the northern hemisphere, the traditions of Aide, or Nowruz... and honoring of all of the blessings of life, with a mirror put behind, to reflect the joys and abundance into a new cycle of living... or the Solstice alignment, June and December, which hold within it both the longest and shortest 'days' of starlight (our sun is a star, remember?) within a moment of time... and autumnal equinox, samhain, yule... the crossquarters so long unremembered for so many... so where is the pivot point? Where is the 'new' in this thing we call 'year'?
With this rising of our daystar, I find it in the rainbow sparkles of frozen snow outside my window, purple and blue and gold and green... in the sparkles of blue-white that stream through the frost on my windows... in the puffed-up cold-weather dress of the birds at the feeders... in the white light, the newness, of today's new heart.
The custom is to set intentions, 'resolutions' (silly thing, to demand change from oneself in this way) at a year's turning. 'Today' is a 13th moon in the Vedic traditions, a time of releasing. In the first hours of tuesday, 4th January, is a new moon and a partial solar eclipse (not visible here in the US) - another alignment of newness and new beginnings. A solar eclipse pulls the veils off of who we 'see' ourselves to be. The recent total lunar eclipse, just prior to the solstice, pulled the veils from our inner knowing. What do these changes mean? How can we ride this current of our Earth's changes into a newness so very, very new that we can not as yet conceive of nor imagine its shape or form. Or is it formlessness? I wonder.
May we dream well and consciously, as the living world is always listening ~ and our dreams of home are always manifesting, whether we are willing to see or not.
Happy 2011! An '11' year, a '13' year (no, not traditional numerology, but the fun of adding 2 to 11), and a '4' year... how interesting. And what forms are we taking for granted as we 'buy into' the numerical adding-up of our reality?
A new beginning is an inbreath, a chance to ponder, to wonder and to dream anew.
May Every Blessing Find you!
Happy Dreaming!
~ unending love
Mary
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