The last day of the year lends itself to reflection. Yet at the same time it tends to make one curious about what lies ahead. We stand at the threshold of a collective moment... simply put, I like this day for what it symbolically holds: Letting go of the past and welcoming the unknown future.
How often does it happen that the world shares something in common all at one moment? Sure twenty-four hours is more than a moment, but you know what I mean.
The power of thought, of prayer, of hope can shift negativity into the light... do you believe in that?
I went over to see Annie, to wish her a "Bon bout d’An" (A provencal expression to say, "Happy end of the Year", since in France it is considered bad luck to say, "Happy New Year" before January first.). While there we talked about what we had been doing since we last saw each other later she said, "You know Corey I am pretty lucky, look at me I am ninety-one years old, strong, healthy, and still have my senses about me."
"And you are happy too!" I added.
"I am. Isn't it amazing, how good I have it?" She bowed her head into hand, as one does when one is shy. Looking up, with a tone of reflection she added, "This might be the last time I celebrate the coming of the New Year."
With that I teasingly slapped her on the shoulder, shook my head, "Annie you have been saying that for ten years, it is growing old."
"I say that? Really? Every year? Maybe I am losing my mind?" With that she laughed out loud! Annie's joy for life is contagious and I hope I catch it bad.