It might surprise you that Tony & I managed to sort-of ‘see in’ the New Year, together; albeit that he was working many thousands of miles away in the Middle East whilst I was managing here, alone & lonely, on the Ffarm.
But with the benefit of modern technology (thank you, Skype!) whilst Tony burned in Saudi Arabia’s heat & I froze in Wild West Wales, we nevertheless were able to watch the spectacular Greenwich Mean Time fireworks erupt over London’s Big Ben, together; marrying our hopes for a “Happy New Year” before I had to reluctantly leave the warmth of our snug cottage & especially, Tony’s long-distance love; to trudge our frostbitten farmyards & fields to ensure that any localised firework displays weren’t disturbing the peace of our sleeping menagerie.
Thankfully all was blissfully still; the sky strewn with the breathtaking diamond sparkle of so many, million stars.
I paused; and waited.
Looking skyward; as one weary day pulled the covers over its tired face, thus forcing the next morning’s fluttering optimism to revive – yet again – for us silly mortals; whilst our World endlessly, relentlessly, thoughtlessly whirls through the freedom of space….
I felt my hopeful heart leap, witnessing such stunning beauty, to welcome in this New Year.
Switching off all the lights & guided by the gentle glow of the fulsome moon I quietly traced the familiar friend of each constellation’s pattern, to seek out our own star - the Lovespoon Star: which during this season, burns brightly over the cottage.
Beauty; sheer beauty.
I was captivated.
Mixed feelings: sombre, serene, wistful, reflective yet peppered with poignant sparkles of pure pleasure; as I considered the passing of this tired old year….
And yet somehow; as we faithfully trudge our bright-eyed, eternally optimistic annual pilgrimage across this particular portal of humanity’s time, we inevitably gaze unto the future….
….that moment: that special moment; when the soft, bright light of those myriad stars which reaches our eyes is already so very, very old; and a billion galaxies have already faded, and a billion more, have been born: which we will never know, and will never see.
It puts this little life into context, somehow.
HAPPY NEW YEAR, dear friends.