Last evening, December 31, 2019, the sky had an eerie glow near the Blue Mountain Ski area. It was stunning, from what I could ‘see’. It reminded me of my visit to the Arizona desert years ago. When dusk arrived, when shades of light and darkness kissed somewhere in the vast space between that desert earth and desert sky, the result was a beautiful but eerie light show. Such a gift.
As lovely as that was years ago and last night, here we are….the evening of the first day of a new year. Some of us will return to the workplace tomorrow; others will still be savoring vacation. The woman who was at Times Square yesterday to see the ball drop at midnight (because it was on her bucket list), is likely back home now.
Traditions happened today – like the string bands and brigades of the Mummers Parade in Philadelphia; like eating pork and sauerkraut or lighting bayberry candles for a year of good luck – the celebrations are over and the confetti has been swept up.
No matter how you rang in 2020, whatever new goals or plans you created for the year ahead, remember to take time to look up and around. Good things happen in unexpected places. You wouldn’t want to miss out. May gentle prayers and blessings make the journey with you.