I’d be lying if I told you I wasn’t happy to put 2018 to rest. I really, really was, for so very many reasons. That said, who can tell what the future brings? Will it be better? Will it be worse? What can we do to ensure a fair and decent life for coming generations of Earth’s diverse cast of creatures?
One of the ways we deal with the idea of “future” is hope – manifested in a kind of naive way of viewing time – as if the difference between yesterday and today truly IS something “new”, and not more of the same. To that extent, the progress of time in itself IS probably linear, but our planetary travels around the sun makes our experience of it cyclical, as the seasons, seemingly endlessly, come and go. So yes. As the birth of our New Year falls soon after the darkest day of our Old Year, it might make sense for us to perceive the future as new and brighter. In the safely foreseeable return of longer days, it will be.
There are signs in my garden that supports the notion of futuristic optimism. The part that made me grin the widest was seeing the angry, bright red horns of Molly the Witch (Paeonia mlokosewitchii) poking out of the ground. I like her can-do attitude. I choose to let her badass insistence on life and truth be my guiding light and inspiration, and trust that she will work her magic yet again. There were so many instances in 2018 that made me feel utterly hopeless, and yet complacently giving up is the very LAST thing we should allow ourselves to do. Obama was right. We really ARE the change we want in this world. Which still means we’d better get on it! There is no lack of larger-than-life problems demanding our focus and attention. Just pick one, and have at it, with everything you’ve got! With that in mind, I wish all of us a future of the vision, clarity, resolve, courage, passion, sound mind and priorities, health and prosperity we need, to each make a noticeable and powerful difference in the new year. So, cheers, friends! Here is to a better 2019! May it be our best year yet!