Although I was quite in a festive mood in December, the Dark Fairy entrance into the year 2016 was with little ado and even less hype while I refused to make any New Year’s resolutions. Resolutions can be made every day of the year, all year round, expect early January, when some people, instead of returning to some sort or normal, resort to some Spartan routines as if the indulgence and enjoyment of the previous month were a massive sin. Then the 10th day of the New Year is my birthday and I think I am about 170 in Mercury years and a mere toddler in Saturn years, so this age/ aging thing is rather relative. Despite my toddler status in Saturn years, my own mortality seems to get clearer into focus while time- whatever the fuck it is- seems to pass by. The passing of fellow Brixtonian and Capricorn David Bowie- and British acting royalty Alan Rickman- gives the birthday afterglow a melancholic edge. 69 earth years might not be considered very old age, for someone who had access to the best health care his wealth and fame could buy, yet both David Bowie and Mr. Rickman were true artists who seemed to have lived life to the fullest.
On that note, I like to remind myself that exactly a year ago I boarded a plane to Latin American lands, where I lived the Dark Fairy lifestyle to the full. Although it was always the plan to return to the Rock, leading a more conventional life after a fabulous adventure was much more of a challenge than previously foreseen and I often think with much fondness and a tat of melancholy of my groovy time in latin lands. Most of us human creatures, we wish, we dream, we plan and we accomplish. It tends to spur us on and keep us sane. Different cultures celebrate their new year on different dates. Gregory XIII decided sometime in the 16th century on a solar year of 365 and a bit days and a start of the New Year on 1 January . As he was the bossman of the time, the whole world did as they were told and generations there after followed suit. People who call themselves Orthodox Christians celebrate their New Year’s on 6 January and the Chinese and other Asian cultures celebrate the (coming) new year in February. Plenty more opportunity for celebration, indulgence and- o, go on then- new year’s resolutions. The Upcoming Chinese year will be the year of the fire monkey, which sounds like fabulous fun and action.
Besides longing for a different lifestyle and different forms of new year, it hasn’t gone unnoticed that fear mongering is big business. While ending the year with atrocities in Paris, the ‘forces that be’ want to make sure we are tense and fearful, so they bring us stories of perverts molesting women on New Year’s eve in Cologne, Germany, blasts in Istanbul and, boom, some deadly action in Jakarta. O, and then there is tension between arch rivals Saudi Arabia and Iran. It seems the fault of phantom organisation ISIS. It could well be a violent Wizard of Oz with serious issues (it probably is). The whole world seems to be bombing them, but like a cat with an infinite amount of lives, there is no ISIS extermination in sight.
But let’s not get bogged down by fear and destruction. Before we retire to seemingly safe cocoons of comfort and familiarity attempting to keep the fear out, let’s make our hearts boss and listen to what they have to say, ‘cause hearts tend to talk truth.