Happy New Year to you all.
I wish you all peace this year-
peace of heart
peace of mind
peace of spirit
peace of wallet
and peace of purse.
Well as conversations go, I couldn’t see the problem.
The end of the year seems to make all of us into philosophers and analysts, and my wife was in suitably reflective mood. Looking back on 2013, she considered the highs and the lows, the blessings and the challenges. She paused when thinking of loved ones lost. She talked of the things that she had found trying, the uncertainties of life that caused her to worry, but also the successes that brought her great joy. She talked of our growth as a couple, and as a family, the way our children were continuing to blossom, and looked forward to greater opportunities for us all in 2014.
Then she asked me to give my perspective on 2013.
“Well, the most emotional parts was Agnetha Fältskog coming out of exile, and Tom Baker appearing at the end of the Doctor Who anniversary special.”
It was when I saw the look on her face that I began to falter.
“Erm….” (where was I? Oh yes-emotional) “James Herbert dying too….I loved his books when I was younger.”
She seemed to be waiting for something else, but I couldn’t fathom what, and as the silence grew between us, she then said, in a very clipped fashion:
“And what about plans for 2014?”
I didn’t feel, exactly, that she was testing me, but I did begin to feel uncomfortable, and thought that the best policy was honesty:
“Well, I am expecting City to win the league.”
Best Wishes to you all from North Manchester General Hospital. Hope the year is a good one for all of us single people.
Another year trembles on the edge of extinction.
We stride purposely towards the horizon,
with the occasional, rueful,
City Jackdaw is now roosting until the new year.
Have a great Christmas and I hope 2014 will be a great year for all you Jackdaw lovers and haters. In an age of apathy, I respect all who hold an opinion.
See you on the flip side.
A virginal shroud settles upon our abodes. Fairy lights flicker in the long night. Inside, all manner of songs and odes are offered to acclaim our rite. Those of us not overtly religious indulge themselves out of tradition. Those of us not openly pious offer tacit prayers without petition. But all desire to feel the joy that shines forth from every child's eyes. An augury, in innocence's employ, that lifts the soul amongst the winter skies. Though we partake in the gathered feast, and survive the night imbibing wine, we recognise, when all has ceased, that part of man inherently divine. ©AJM
In three days it is Christmas Day. Of course you know that.
Christmas Day is considered a holy day in the Christian faith, holy because that is the day that the birth of Jesus is celebrated. So it is Jesus’ birth that causes the day to be regarded as holy. You know- the reason for the season.
But what if the date is wrong? Would the day still be holy?
The thinking is that the date of December 25th, one of many suggested and argued about over the centuries, was chosen to coincide with the many non-Christian, pagan festivals that took place around this time. This made it easier for the people to convert, as they were used to observing ritual practice and celebrating around this time. It has been suggested that the actual day that Jesus was born could have been in summer, or autumn, rather than in the depths of winter.
So if, say, December 25th is not the day that Jesus was born on, what about the actual day that he was born on? Is that day, the date long lost to us, nevertheless still holy? Even though we don’t observe it. Is it made so by Jesus’ birth? And would that mean that December 25th is not holy, even though we say it is?
Or is the day made holy, not by the act of the baby being born, but by what we bring to the day? How we regard it, perceive it? What the day stands for in our own perceptions, and how we accordingly act and respond to it?
The town of Bethlehem is considered a holy place as being the birthplace of Jesus. But there is also a train of thought that Jesus wasn’t born there, but rather in Nazareth, the connection to Bethlehem being made for scriptural reasons.
If, for arguments sake, we say that this is true, does that mean that Bethlehem is no longer a holy place? Despite the many pilgrims that visit at this time of year? Or is it the pilgrims that make the place holy, by what they bring to it? An attitude and perception? A faith of heart and mind?
I do not know the answers to the questions about Jesus’ real date and place of birth-there are far more learned people out there who you can find to counsel their opinions, numerous books and articles that you can read which argue the case both for and against.
But if we hold the idea that holiness is determined by how we approach life, by our attitudes, perceptions, outlook and behaviour, and it is what we bring to the day, and to the place,then no matter where we find ourselves in life,
every day is holy, and all ground is sacred.
This is a local tree, situated at the foot of a hill below Alkrington Hall, decorated with what local children have brought to it.
Blackbird Songstress of the twilight that follows your flight. I am lost in your song; on the dark of your wing. Awash and away from pale, new beginnings. You lead in your dance of shadow and light, in the time-between-time you call into being. We straddle the threshold of worlds, you and I. Foreseeing each birth and all endings. ©AJM