At Year’s End
Two evenings ago, I got to take this picture—one of my all time favorites (trying not to be creepy, I went over to the kid’s mom and showed it to her, to her joy, and got to text it to her).
It captures the spirit I want to bring into 2019.
The sun is setting. But as the darkness grows the beauty is so overwhelming it almost hurts. There is goodness in this death, this ending. And there is an ending about us, no doubt. One age, with its foundations and norms and common senses and insititutions, is coming to a close. While that ending requires a season of darkness—with its accompanying chaos and uncertainty and associated anxieties—it brings with it the hope of a new and better order. If that’s true, then the child’s leap of joy is the most sensible thing a person can do.
It brings to mind Isaiah 43:18-19...
“Do not remember the former things, or consider the things of old. Behold, I am about to do a new thing; now it springs forth, do you not perceive it? I will make a way in the wilderness and rivers in the desert.”
In the turning of one year into another, I will play. I will rest and sing into the endings and beginnings in my own soul’s movement toward a truer Self. With all my inner child’s mischievous delight, I will dance in the dusk of one order and the dawn of the next.