That was the year that almost was, so it’s that time of year again when (some) folks engage in some reflection on the year that is to pass and contemplation on the year ahead. It will be a new year with the number 2015 in a few hours time, just because some pope wanted a different accommodation for the celebration of Easter, but that’s another story. The Christmas mayhem, which in these parts of the world has very little to do with spirituality and awful lot with commercialism and gluttony, lies behind us. I have an aversion against Christmas shopping crowds and my gluttony is rather modest, as I feel quite the rebel consuming a caffe latte with half a spoon of brown sugar instead of my regular unsweetened green tea. But many a more advanced self-intoxicater is eyeballing a detox and/or get-fit-‘again’ January. I truly wonder what the fuck the point is of a detox and/ or dry January when one consumes considerable amounts of completely legal hard drugs and/ or dubious quality food the rest of the year, but I am digressing. The last few weeks of the year have involved cheer, drama and the departure for a new adventure as I have left the Rock for some Lowlands Country time and a four-month trip through South America to have fun, gain wisdom and lead the lifestyle of my desire.
Besides gluttony, commercialism and the belief that a special guy from Nazareth was born this time of year, the days are lengthening again. In these darker and colder days, let us keep the light going. (Re-)ignite and keep alive the passion, the drive and the goodness. Whether you will go for those new year’s resolutions, January detox or fear the pain in your January wallet, the calendar is to say 2015, and the Dark Fairy says: what ever happened in the last 12 months, make the year 2015 a groovy one.
Wishing you much new-year fabulousness