Of the holidays in midwinter, I think celebrating the New Year is my favorite. Many years I love to wear something beautiful, stay up too late dancing and staring into the future, drinking the good champagne, but not every year. And not this year, this year I made brownies and argued with my five year old about the tragedy of me putting whipped cream on them and therefore ruining everything good about them.
This year I sat in a tepid hot tub looking at desert stars which made me feel right sized. This year I drank one glass of champagne at 10:30 pm.
I lay in bed as the new year arrived listening to the sounds of fireworks exploding not being able to see their sparkle.
The real reason though that I love a new year is the look back and look forward that locates me. While I don’t make my own lists usually I enjoy others time capsules, songs, events, markers of what happened. And then there is the opportunity to begin again and that might actually be my favorite part, I look so forward to the bleak spaciousness of January. I love the marks and gestures of newness.
In that spirit I wanted to invite you to support this newsletter again if you are enjoying it. It is an easy way to support my work in this liminal time and to be part of what emerges next.
To newness!
xo,
C
Beautiful writing!
I kind of did the similar things as you mentioned. I introspected the year gone by, wrote an article, cooked a delicious meal and spent quality time with my family back in India!