Here is a poem from Ella Wheeler Wilcox I came across:
What can be said in New-Year rhymes,
That’s not been said a thousand times?
The new years come, the old years go,
We know we dream, we dream we know.
We rise up laughing with the light,
We lie down weeping in the night.
We hug the world until it stings,
We curse it then and sigh for wings.
We live, we love, we woo, we wed,
We wreathe our brides, we sheet our dead.
We laugh, we weep, we hope, we fear,
And that’s the burden of the year. (1)
I find this poem, in a few verses, spins truth, joy and nostalgia about the human condition, our hopes and dreams, our disappointments. But the main thing is that we realize that there is always hope for a better day, a better world.
Today on New-Year’s Eve, as I review these past twelve months, I am nothing but grateful for my family, my friends and fellow artists who, like me, are making a difference by sharing who they are. I am grateful I can contribute something, grateful for those who make this world a better place, people and organisms that fight for the environment, for common sense, for the future of the planet.
The environmental threat is very real and present and I do spend a lot of time worrying about this, especially with some of the new people coming into politics with opportunistic and self-serving goals and visions.
This past year, our family welcomed a new beautiful and healthy baby girl, my new granddaughter. Our Christmas get together was joyful and loud, just as I like these events to be.
I am grateful I live in a safe country where I don’t have to fear for my life and that of my children and grandchildren. I am grateful I am able to carve some time to paint and write, even if it is never enough. I have not been keeping up with either of my passions this past year, but the time was well spent on other activities that brought me closer to my family and more grounded.
This past year, I discovered some really good blogs and continued following some favorites. Here are a few that come to mind, go check them out:
https://thestoriesinbetween.com/ by River Dixon
https://houseofheartweb.wordpress.com by generous Holly
https://laliterati.com/ by Tosha Michelle
https://tricksterchase.com/ by Elan Mudrow
Tomorrow, after the celebrations, I’ll go back through my agenda and reflect on the year that just ended. It is my way of preparing for the New Year ahead.
I wish everyone a happy, inspired and artistic new year. Art is not only about painting, writing or performing arts; we are all artists that create our lives one day at the time. We need to follow our instinct and intuition and be open to the world, to new ideas! We create our reality and we must decide to be the Main act in what is happening to us while respecting our loved ones as well as others.
Be kind to yourself
Love your family, your friends, your neighbours
Love and respect nature and our home, our planet
Happy new year 2019 !
(1) “The Year” was published in Poetical Works of Ella Wheeler Wilcox (W. P. Nimmo, Hay, & Mitchell, 1917) and is now in the public domain.
Follow me on Instagram