happy new year – Non Omnis Moriar

Hello, 2013.

constantia — Tue, 01 Jan 2013 08:02:36 +0000

Hope smiles from the threshold of the year to come,
Whispering, “It will be happier.”

constantia — Tue, 01 Jan 2013 06:23:06 +0000

What we call the beginning is often the end
And to make and end is to make a beginning.
The end is where we start from. And every phrase
And sentence that is right (where every word is at home,
Taking its place to support the others,
The word neither diffident nor ostentatious,
An easy commerce of the old and the new,
The common word exact without vulgarity,
The formal word precise but not pedantic,
The complete consort dancing together)
Every phrase and every sentence is an end and a beginning,
Every poem an epitaph. And any action
Is a step to the block, to the fire, down the sea’s throat
Or to an illegible stone: and that is where we start.

For last year’s words belong to last year’s language
And next year’s words await another voice.

– Excerpts pulled from T.S. Eliot’s Little Gidding

constantia — Sun, 01 Jan 2012 08:14:37 +0000

At midnight, I was kissing my husband. Cannot imagine a better way to start the year.

constantia — Mon, 26 Dec 2011 04:00:04 +0000

I’m antsy for the year to end, and I hate that feeling. I truly believe that life is something to be savored and appreciated, if not always enjoyed, and I always feel lousy whenever I want to rush through a day to get it over with, so to speak. I’ve had a lot of those days these past few months: days that you wish would hurry up and end so you could maybe get a fresh start on things the next morning, days that you rush through in the hopes that the next dawn will be brighter.

I hate making generalizations, but… 2011, you were brutal. I don’t know if there really is some magical celestial clock that resets all of our spirits on New Year’s morning, whatever calendar you follow, but I hope there is. Gregorian New Year, please be kind, and please bring a bright, beautiful dawn for all of us.

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