Eckhart, The Two Bobs, and a Toast for New Year’s Eve

It’s almost dawn. I hear the wind, see the occasional flicker of headlights.

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I’m still, no more is needed right now. But the rhythm of the day ahead will be whatever I choose to make it.

There’s time for Everything. And never enough time for Everything.

 

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Elizabeth Gilbert went searching for Everything across Italy, India, and Indonesia. She siphoned her savings to downward dog in Bali.

 

 

I’m finding my enlightenment closer to home, listening to the intimate and hypnotic voice of Eckhart Tolle enthuse about inner peace and greater fulfillment in life.

 

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It’s a Robert-Frosty morning, made for cultivating wonder, a brilliant jewel of a moment. Sun’s up and birds at the feeder look like they’ve got a game of five-card stud going.

All my dithering at the window is not a waste of time.  Far from it. The reflective Mr. Robert Zimmerman confirms this.

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It’s not dark yet / But iiiit’s gettin’ there.

The best is not yet to come.  It’s Here. It’s Now. The Present Moment is all we’ve got.  So, go on, dither.

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I plan to do just that.  This New Year’s Eve, toast along with me.

May it always be like this, and maybe sometimes even better.

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Toni 12/30/16

Want to toast in Italian? Of course you do.  Sempre cosi e qualche volte più meglio.

Links to Eckhart and The Two Bobs:

Eckhart Tolle

Robert Frost

Bob Dylan

WHY WE HANG THE LIGHTS SO HIGH

Now is the accepted time to make your regular annual good resolutions. Next week you can begin paving hell with them as usual. Yesterday, everybody smoked his last cigar, took his last drink, and swore his last oath. To-day, we are a pious and exemplary community. Thirty days from now, we shall have cast our reformation to the winds and gone to cutting our ancient short comings considerably shorter than ever. We shall also reflect pleasantly upon how we did the same old thing last year about this time. However, go in, community. New Year’s is a harmless annual institution, of no particular use to anybody save as a scapegoat for promiscuous drunks, and friendly calls, and humbug resolutions, and we wish you to enjoy it with a looseness suited to the greatness of the occasion.

Mark Twain, Jan. 1, 1863

Tonight corks will pop.  

Avowals will be made.

So, Dear Friends, bring the tinsel and holly into 2014 with you and leave fear and gloom behind. Ask British folk-pop singer/songwriter and guitarist Tracey Thorn. She knows we’ll be alright.

When someone very dear
Calls you with the words everything’s all clear
That’s what you want to hear
But you know it might be different in the New Year

That’s why, that’s why we hang the lights so high
Joy, Joy, Joy, Joy,
You loved it as a kid, and now you need it more than you ever did
It’s because of the dark; we see the beauty in the spark
That’s why, that’s why the carols make you cry
Joy, Joy, Joy, Joy Joy, Joy, Joy, Joy

Tinsel on the tree, yes I see
The holly on the door, like before
The candles in the gloom, light the room
the Sally Army band, yes I understand

So light the winds of fire,
and watch as the flames grow higher
well gather up our fears
And face down all the coming years
All that they destroy
And in their face we throw our
Joy, Joy, Joy, Joy

It’s why we hang the lights so high
And gaze at the glow of silver birches in the snow
Because of the dark, we see the beauty in the spark
We must be alright, if we could make up Christmas night.

I Wish You Joy, Joy, Joy, Joy.

Toni 12/31/13

WHY WE HANG THE LIGHTS SO HIGH

Now is the accepted time to make your regular annual good resolutions. Next week you can begin paving hell with them as usual. Yesterday, everybody smoked his last cigar, took his last drink, and swore his last oath. To-day, we are a pious and exemplary community. Thirty days from now, we shall have cast our reformation to the winds and gone to cutting our ancient short comings considerably shorter than ever. We shall also reflect pleasantly upon how we did the same old thing last year about this time. However, go in, community. New Year’s is a harmless annual institution, of no particular use to anybody save as a scapegoat for promiscuous drunks, and friendly calls, and humbug resolutions, and we wish you to enjoy it with a looseness suited to the greatness of the occasion.

Mark Twain, Jan. 1, 1863 

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Corks have been popped.  

Stockings (and stomachs) have been stuffed.

Avowals have been made.

So, Resolutionists, bring the tinsel and holly into 2013 with you and leave fear and gloom behind. Ask British folk-pop singer/songwriter and guitarist Tracey Thorn. She knows we’ll be alright. http://www.onlylyrics.com/tracey-thorn-lyrics-1103683.php

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I Wish You Joy, Joy, Joy, Joy.

Toni 1/3/13