Tag: New Year's Day

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Happy New Year

Posted on by Jo Mayne Casey

2023 gave us such a rough ending, so we are grateful to turn the page and move on. The Jubilee year wasn’t much of a Jubilee, actually. Seems like everybody jumped on the bandwagon and turned 70 in uniquely fun ways, both intimidating and inspiring. I learned so many lessons last year, a surprise since I thought I’d just about figured it all out, but from my current perspective, there’s still so much more. So, Welcome 2024, a fresh slate, a blank page, full of possibilities…

I hope to blog more on this blog in 2024. I have been keeping busy editing and researching my family tree over at All My Ancestors, neglecting this little community. I truly appreciate those of you who read my words and continue to follow me, though the posts are sporadic. . Thank-you from the bottom of my heart. 

My “motto” for 2024 comes from Rabbi A.J. Heschel: 

Just To Be is a blessing.

Just to Live is holy.

This Moment is the marvel.

May we All Live this Marvelous Moment in Peace.

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Welcome, 2021…

Posted on by Jo Mayne Casey

This was the first year that Disney has taken pictures on the Haunted Mansion Ride. I really like the snap featured above…shows two people just relaxing, looking around, taking it all in… That’s pretty much what we do… We plan to do more of it in 2021.

Today is the 8th day of Christmas and we received 8 maids-a-milking, bringing our total gift count to 120 as they joined the 14 swans-a-swimming, 18 geese-a-laying (check for the golden egg), 20 golden rings, 20 calling birds, 18 French hens, 14 turtledoves, and 8 partridges in their respective pear trees. (according to Dr. Caligari’s Cabinet) We must be up to our ears in bird poop…

Hope You’re Enjoying your Day!

New Year’s
by Dana Gioia

Let other mornings honor the miraculous.
Eternity has festivals enough.
This is the feast of our mortality,
The most mundane and human holiday.

On other days we misinterpret time,
Pretending that we live the present moment.
But can this blur, this smudgy in-between,
This tiny fissure where the future drips

Into the past, this flyspeck we call now
Be our true habitat? The present is
The leaky palm of water that we skim
From the swift, silent river slipping by.

The new year always brings us what we want
Simply by bringing us along—to see
A calendar with every day uncrossed,
A field of snow without a single footprint.

……

May our footprints in 2021 be gentle…

May our Days be filled with Love and Peace throughout the Seasons…