new year

yesterday i drove 813 miles eastward which is a lot of time to think – especially about things like newness.  today’s the last day of the year and people all over are thinking back on what’s been and what’s to come.  some are thinking about how they’ll be celebrating, who they’ll kiss at the stroke of twelve, where, when, and how much they’ll be drinking to usher in this near year.  this new decade!  whew.  the end of the singles and the beginning of a more solid, grounded family of numbers.   10, 14, and 18 seem so much more balanced than 01, 03, and 07.

even though they’re mostly fabricated, numbers seem to have a big effect on our psyches and so i’m hoping adolescent numbers bring maturity in grand sweeps.  maybe we all needed a new babyhood…maybe our nation needed a new babyhood…maybe the world needed it too.  but now it’s time to grow up.  and time to do it better than we have in the past.

but since those numbers are all fabricated anyway, i’ll be continuing my new tradition begun last year.  forgetting the 10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1 and just enjoying the warmth the sun brings to my cold cheeks as it makes its first entry into 2010.

happy new year everyone.

i’ll leave you with a portion of a poem a friend sent with a new year greeting.

Manifesto: The Mad Farmer Liberation Front
By Wendell Berry

Expect the end of the world. Laugh.
Laughter is immeasurable. Be joyful
though you have considered all the facts.

As soon as the generals and the politicos
can predict the motions of your mind,
lose it. Leave it as a sign
to mark the false trail, the way
you didn’t go. Be like the fox
who makes more tracks than necessary,
some in the wrong direction.
Practice resurrection.


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Keep me away from the wisdom which does not cry, the philosophy which does not laugh and the greatness which does not bow before children.
-Kahlil Gibran

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