Happy New Year folks! The beautiful sunrise that greeted me on New Years Day is one that I took as an omen of the year to come.
It would seem that Deathcab for Cutie's song "So this is the New Year" has become a thing as part of my tradition surrounding this day. Without thinking about it, the song joins me the instant my eyes are open. The chorus spends time circling around inside my head - ear worm style. It is not a song I have listened to recently or one that reflects my outlook on things to come. Despite it's melancholy tone, the phrase "so this is the new year" is one that resonates with me. It captures my sentiments as I spend my day with the ordinary and the extraordinary.
The transfer of all old calendar information to the newest edition is another part of my welcoming in of the new. As an early-riser this time of day finds me at my best. It is also the quietest time of the day with everyone else still asleep. With coffee nearby and pen in hand I begin the process of filling in the blank slate. And for a brief time it feels as though things are under control. I admit to placing much importance on the look of this journal of sorts, and spend time seeking out a worthy one up to the task of being the keeper of our days. This year's choice (on the right) is put out by Taproot magazine and can be found here.
Although I am not technically one for resolution-making, I did have time throughout our holidaying to state some intentions for the coming days, weeks and months. What I came to was the commitment to finishing the old before beginning the new - regardless of the medium. My mending pile of woollens was the first to tackle. One morning spent with a darning needle was all it took to work through the pile.
There is also a growing number of small, yet unfinished home reno projects in my life. Again - many of said projects require an insignificant amount of time and effort that upon completion come with a huge sense of satisfaction. This little red cabinet is one that has been waiting for months to be put into place. A curbside find of many years ago, it's pretty red facade the perfect juxtaposition on a white wall and a black woodstove. Checking this one off the list was big - not only pretty but also functional...it does a kickass job of holding our matches. ;-)
And. The tree. As I mentioned, I love a tree indoors... until I don't. This year the turning point was January 1. Consequently, our tree has taken up residence outside our back deck and has a new lease on life as being shelter and food for our animal friends. As a way of giving thanks to this tree and all the others we have cut down over the years, a plan for planting saplings come Spring has been formulated. And we will welcome birch, balsam, among others to live on our homestead.
I am motivated to keep working on the projects that are taking up space in my head. In doing so, I hope to make room for all that is waiting ahead. That is my wish for 2017.