I have finally emerged from the hibernating sleep of the Christmas holidays. My daughter went back to nursery school yesterday and, just like that, 'real life' began again. We had two weeks of lazy mornings in our slippers and pyjamas, watching vintage Disney films whilst sipping on warm milk. We took slow and easy walks in the December sunshine; we let the house get messy and we nested, legs entwined. We visited friends and family; we ate many delicious and hearty meals and exchanged neatly wrapped presents. We had frank discussions concerning Santa Claus and his reindeer (Santa would tiptoe and the reindeer would have to wait on the balcony...)
It was not a white Christmas for me this year. It was a blue sea Christmas, a clear sky Christmas, a warm air Christmas. Back home in Canada, families huddled away from ice storms and black outs, under blankets, while watching the snow fall and fall. But Christmas is always the same, in a way, no matter where you land on the map. There are the rituals and the traditions that bend and shape with each passing year. Having my daughter has rekindled my Christmas spirit — I awoke at dawn on the day, too excited for sleep — anxiously awaiting the moment when she sees the presents beneath the tree.
And then, just like that, the holidays come and go and the New Year begins. Although I have never been one for making any formal resolutions, I revel in the atmosphere of possibility brought on by January First. And like my beloved notebooks, I appreciate the clean blank page of a fresh year. A new diary, too — appointments, memories, lists, and reminders. These are the reasons why we love closing one year and beginning another — we can shed some of our past, let go of some bad things, and start building more good. We don't change, really, except perhaps in our perspective on what lies ahead.
This year I bid farewell to 2013 at home with my beloveds. My daughter was tucked into bed at her usual hour, while my lover and I lay on the sofa with small boxes of Indian takeaway, alongside our good conversation and a strange film. So different from the revelry and spectacle of past occasions, but exactly what I wanted. This past year was one of immense change and important choices, and I trust that 2014 will see the fruits of my labours. It will be a year of abundance: love, family, adventure, experience ( maybe even some money...) And as always, blessings. All my blessings.