Happy New Year! The crossing of the threshold from the old year to the new was poignant with news from friends, near and far.
On the last day of the old year, I heard word from a good friend who lives the UK. Her daughter gave birth to a baby boy in the wee hours of the morning. Later that day, in Calgary, a much beloved matriarch to a tribe of devoted children and grandchildren took her last breath with ease and grace, the way she wanted to. My own niece, who lives in the town next to me is making ready for her daughter, who will come into the world very soon. Good friends are vigiling for their mother, who is back at home in Ontario, now in a hospital bed in the middle of the living room, with her children near by. I am thinking also of my friend’s 103 year old aunt, just out of her own home for the last three weeks, and now under the covers in a care centre in Victoria, headphones on, listening to jazz, moving ever so patiently toward her next adventure. On New Year’s eve, I celebrated both indoors and out, in Banff and Canmore, with two couples and their friends and families as they made whole-hearted vows of marriage.
The day after the New Year, my inbox has a fresh spate of wedding ceremony requests, following the Christmas engagements. Just before I spring headlong into a new year, and begin a new season of ceremony writing, I will take a few days at the beach with my beloved family. We’ll re-connect with each other, and feed ourselves on time and sunshine.
This is so full, this lurching, elegant dance betwixt and between all the living, the dying and the loving. I nod to the ancestors, who gather round at times like this. They applaud us still, as we fumble through this brief, and brilliant life.