Revised from the Break It Down post originally conceived, created, and published
December 29, 2010.
The one-half fortnight
between Christmas and New Year's Days is a unique occurrence
in the unfolding of the American edition of the Gregorian Calendar.
It is the only instance in which the space of a mere seven days separates two
major holidays. Unquestionably, the timing is propitious.
Millions of holiday travelers return home from their Christmas
commemoration and revelry, just in time to get a day off to "celebrate"
the New Year...and recuperate from the
old, most notably their extracurricular activities,
including the exploits of New
Year's Eve.
In last week's post, I opted not to present a
re-airing my personally crafted Christmas e-concert (12 Days of Christmas: The Concert - Redux) from
the past Noels.
This week, however, I reverted to my trusty time capsule. Today's edition is effectively a re-posting
of a previous New Year's blog. Once again, this tack permits new
readers to catch-up by seeing the piece, it allows long-time
readers to reflect upon both the passing year as well as the theme
lifted in the post, and finally, it ensures that those busy readers, with
no time to invest in checking out a blog during the holidays, will not
have to miss anything. It's a win, win...win!
Since we are still in the Sweet Spot of the
holidays, I shall practice minimalism. For your
purposes, that means the blog should be available, but not intrusive.
To that end, I
am taking a page from the Christmas e-concert, but
going a step further. Instead of a concert, I give you a song…of reflection.
Robert Burns, a Scot,
wrote a poem (Auld Lang Syne) in 1788 that has come to symbolize
the spirit of mass contemplation that people around the world invoke as the
clock strikes midnight, signaling not just the dawn of a new day, but of a new
year. Undoubtedly, you have been somewhere, at sometime, when you joined those
assembled to sing Auld Lang Syne, which loosely translated means, Times gone by.
Once again, that time is upon us. After thoughtful
reflection on my 2014, I have had no choice but to conclude, my travails
have been few and small, especially when compared to my blessings, which have
been both abundant and vast! All praises to the one true, omnipotent, omnipresent, and omniscient God; a
mighty fortress is He.
No need to thank me for my inherent thoughtfulness.
But, by all means, “Drink a cup of kindness,” or eggnog, or Champagne, or
“name your favorite adult beverage,” for
me. And, if you are a teetotaler, water
will do nicely, thank-you!
As I complete my last post for this year, and,
prayerfully and faithfully prepare to embrace 2015, I leave with you this
familiar Irish Toast:
May the road rise up to
meet you.
May the wind always be
at your back.
May the sun shine warm
upon your face,
and rains fall soft
upon your fields.
And until we meet
again,
may God hold you in the
palm of His hand.
I invite you to click on the link below, which
leads to a Smooth Jazz
interpretation of Auld Lang Syne,
arranged and performed by Donnie Thomas (and
listen to the remainder of this week’s edition of Break It Down):
It has been my unique honor and privilege to visit
with you briefly for each of the 52 weeks this year. I hope you
have derived a fraction of the pleasure reading the blog posts that I have
experienced from preparing and providing them to you. In full disclosure, yesterday was my birthday. As such, it may not be a big deal for you, and that's OK, but I am humbled to have spent part of my "personal holiday" crafting today's post...for you. May 2015
bring you the fulfillment of all your fondest desires. Happy New Year; Here’s to Auld Lang Syne!
I’m done; holla back!
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