I love this day, New Year's Eve. There is such a sense of newness in the light. It is gray outside, and possible rain is predicted, and it all seems so exciting to me. It does show how we project on the world. We say this day is special. We notice the light. The trees probably greet each day this way. Every day they thrust themselves into the sky with open hands and feel what is there to touch. We seem to need to create special days, ritual days to remind us of how much there is to love. We are not trees. I did read an article yesterday that said in the 21st century, we will become less mobile. We cannot continue to pollute as we have been doing and the individual car as we know it will become obsolete. It is interesting to consider. My father loved to load us in the car and we would head out for a ride. We loved it. Now, because of traffic, I time my driving for certain times and wonder why we need high-speed cars, when my drive often consists of shifting between first and second gear.
Anyway, the day is ahead of us, a day to weave and unweave the magic in the light.
