Happy New Year!
New Year’s Eve as We
Look Back to the Future
We stand in the crisp night air, our breath forming
billowing wreaths around us, before drifting slowly away. This reminds me of
time – gossamer, intangible, something that cannot be held on to. It is quiet and still and we are waiting, our cold
hands wrapped snugly around our steaming mugs of cocoa laced with peppermint
liqueur, a small nod to this one special night. Suddenly the distant hills come
alive with the bright, crackling sparks of brilliantly colored lights. Red,
green, blue and white, they rise from the quiet hills, illuminating the night
sky before falling, falling and fading away. The air becomes thick with the far
away booms and pops of fireworks, as the clock strikes midnight and we raise
our mugs to another year. He draws me close and gently kisses my cheek. We are
best friends, partners in life, husband and wife, co-conspirators, and fellow
weary travelers on the road of life. This quiet celebration is exactly right.
We watch the dark outlines of rolling hills, waiting and
listening, drawing in our breath, lest the fleeting moments of sparkling illumination
become obscured. Our exhalations are the applause, as we silently witness the
transition of time, from one year to the next. Gradually the night becomes
quiet, returning to dark wilderness once more. We step inside to the warmth of the
fire.
He says, “It’s been quite a year.” He says that every year.
And every year I agree. He says, “We still have each other.” I laugh, but these
simple words strike home, for I know how fragile and fleeting life is. I am
profoundly grateful and bow my head. When I look up, I see his eyes glimmering
with a sentimental mist. Yes, we still have each other.
We have celebrated many a New Year’s Eve together. A
lifetime’s worth. We have gone to parties, weddings, and Hawaiian Luau shows.
But more often than not, we have spent this night at home. Four children were hard
to park. We had too many responsibilities, too many obligations. We had jobs and
children that required early risings, even on New Year’s Day. There were pets
afraid of the surrounding celebrations, destructive in their fear. For years I
have painted over the chewed door jamb of one such New Year’s night out,
compliments of Pete, the spotted hound.
We’ve made many New Year’s resolutions, some just recently
found gracing the inside cover of an old journal. ‘Potty train the baby. Keep the inside of the car clean. Lose 10 lbs.’
I did get one of those resolutions accomplished – the baby did get potty
trained.
It’s also a good time to reflect on the year past. The song
we all sing by the beloved Scottish poet, Robert Burns; “Auld Lang Syne,” means
“Old Long Ago”. We are asked, “Should auld acquaintance be forgot and never
brought to mind? Should auld acquaintance be forgot and days of Auld Lang
Syne?”
As we sit by the fire warming ourselves after our wilderness
light show, we talk of this “Old Long Ago”. For isn’t it our past that helps to
create the people we are now, sifting through the memories and keeping the
best, leaving the rest as lessons well learned?
We speak of those we have loved and lost, remembering the laughter and
the joy, taking the best along with us as we move forward without them. We
speak of our hopes and dreams for this New Year and all that we are grateful
for. We talk of all that we have overcome in our struggles of the past.
But most of all, we
talk of our wish for the world; that everyone feels grateful to have each
other. After all, we have just survived the end of the Mayan Calendar. We must
be doing something right.
Below you can access my New Year's Story just published today.
At this time of New Beginnings, my experience with writing for The Tacoma News Tribune has now ended.
Last year at this same time I had read of an opportunity to become one of six 'Community Columnists' in my daily newspaper.
On a lark, I submitted the required two stories, each 650 words or less, relating to my personal experience of living in Pierce County, Washington.
They wanted a cross section of writer's from different areas and walks of life to write a column every 6 weeks for 1 year.
Unpaid.
Unpaid.
Living here on the very edge of Pierce County and bordering wilderness, I thought that reader's might enjoy my stories.
I was so excited to be chosen!
This has been a wonderful experience.
And very humbling.
I did not feel worthy to be included in the ranks of these talented writers.
We did have the opportunity to meet for some authentic Korean BBQ in September, organized by my fellow Community Columnist, Maria Gudaitis, shown here on the front right.
Beside her is Editor, Patrick O'Callahan, and then little old me.
On the left in the back is Glenda Cooper. She wrote a book that I recently reviewed and can also be viewed on my side bar, 'The Road to Lost and Found'.
Beside her is my Editor, Cheryl Tucker and at the very front sits Catherine Forte.
You can read all of their columns (and those that weren't in attendance) from the link I have included - under 'Opinions' on the title bar, then 'Columnists'.
Both Editor's also write blogs!
I am sad that my year with The News Tribune has ended, but I am so grateful for this wonderful experience.
I will be looking for new opportunities going forward!
Thank you, Dear Reader's for all of your encouragement and positive feedback.
It has meant so much!
xoxo
