Happy New Year to you all. Wishing you all an abundance of health and wealth for all of 2021 to make up for the annus horriblis of last.
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Happy New Year to each of you.
The old adage, “Hindsight is 2020,” could not be truer for this last year, literally and figuratively. Each New Year’s Eve, I stop and reflect on my accomplishments, as well as, failures, and life in general. 2020, will be one that goes down in the annals of history. It has cut us all to the core, as individuals, as groups, places of worship, as businesses, as life as we knew it. None of us have not been affected by it. It got all of us.
It tried to diminish us all through some unseen common enemy: A virus. We stood our ground, and did not falter as a country, as a world. We might have wavered, but we withstood it and are. We persisted and did not give in. We fought to live, to survive. The fight for life. Some were not so lucky and we say a prayer or a moment of silence of those that became its victims.
We all felt the welts 2020 has left on us, but it did not win. We made concessions to a new way of living. Self-isolating, quarantining to stay alive. Not able to attend gatherings. Business closing because of experts and politicians who proved over and over again he had not a clue. Yet, we believed the “experts” and relied on them with a sense of false hope, then realizing that the experts did not know what they were doing. We hoped, they were right. We learned. We survive and we carry on of life itself and the will to live.
As I was thinking about this I kept thinking of the word “Hope” and “Faith.” That is what sustains us. Hope does not come from a man or woman or entity. Hope has its foundation in faith and faith is the substance of things hoped for, the evidence of things not seen. Faith and hope are from The Creator, not mankind/womankind. As for me, I will continue to press on in hope and faith while running my race.
As I say goodbye to this year that tried us all, I won’t miss it. I have been tried and tried, and it was with God’s help, mercy and grace, I prevailed. I look forward in hope, and faith, love, and peace for 2021. Godspeed to you all for prosperity in health and well-being for a hopeful 2021. Without hope there is nothing. Remember there is always something to be hopeful for, and thankful for. May the Light and favor of God shine upon each of you throughout 2021.
Happy New Year, and my Blessings.
~Angie
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I was ruminating over the last year and the loss of time. We all lost during the pandemic, especially that of precious time. We were robbed of it, and some lost life. How much time was wasted during the year of “The Rona,” as the world was and is relegated to lock-downs?
King Henry VIII succinctly identified the cost of lost time and how precious it is, as it is never to be regained. He eloquently proffered: “Of all losses, time is the most irrecuperable for it can never be redeemed.” In other words, you cannot regain time wasted.
T.S. Elliot’s view on time in his Four Quartets, Burnt Norton is reflected as:
Time present and time past
Are both perhaps present in time future,
And time future contained in time past.
Within these lines, perhaps lies our vocation in both what has happened in our past, and what is happening in our present.
As for me and my time this year, all was not lost. I embraced Elliott’s views on vocation and time and wrote a book during my time in lockdown. King Henry VIII was correct in his view of the most egregious of losses: time.
Make each day count living out your own vocation. Not just this day, but every day. Carpe Diem.
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I was listening to Morning Prayer Service, Christmas Day 2020 from Canterbury Cathedral, and the Dean, The Very Rever’d, Dr. Robert Willis, read the following poem about Christmas, by Gerard Manley Hopkins. After hearing it, I went and read it, and it indeed is perfect for this Christmas day, 2020. Especially with this weeks phenom of what I call the Christmas Star, and today being the first day of Advent.
The name of this poem, Moonless Darkness:
Moonless darkness stands between.
Past, the Past, no more be seen!
But the Bethlehem-star may lead me
To the sight of Him Who freed me
From the self that I have been.
Make me pure, Lord: Thou art holy;
Make me meek, Lord: Thou wert lowly;
Now beginning, and alway:
Now begin, on Christmas day.
As far as the picture(s), I took this new morning picture a few years back as the sun began to rise on top of the ridge I live on. The Christmas Star pic I got from some site of this week, and is public domain.
Merry Christmas.
~Angie
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