The start of a new year, and I’ve been struggling to think of just the right blessing, words of encouragement or meditation to inspire you (and myself for that matter) in the climb to reach new summits in your creative pursuits of 2015.
But here it is, the last day of Christmas, what some of us refer to as Three Kings Day or Epiphany—and I find myself with, well, no epiphanies.
Rather, my mind seems to have been taken over by the Lord of Misrule, a figure of mischief who presided over medieval celebrations of the 12th day of Christmas, or Twelfth Night—known to the Romans in pre-Christian times as Saturnalia (the Celts had their own version: Samhain).
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Wait just a second… The Lord of Misrule is dragging me into the Feast of Fools and offering me a tankard of wassail. He has invited me to give a speech to the assembly. Well, here goes:
“Lords and ladies of the Feast, I am enjoying this occasion when we all have license to behave as fools.
In that spirit, I’d like you join with me in cursing—you heard it right, CURSING—my compatriot Clement Clarke Moore, who wrote a poem about St. Nicholas. I think it should have ended here:
And mamma in her ‘kerchief, and I in my cap,
Had just settled down for a long winter’s nap…
I ask you: Was it really necessary for St. Nick to bound down the chimney just as that poor couple was finally getting some rest?
In that same vein, let us also condemn whoever it was who invented the New Year’s custom of making resolutions!
Surely, what most of us want to do on January 1 is get back to that long winter’s nap and hibernate for a bit?
Where I live, we are now preparing for a second Arctic blast, even colder than the first.
Under these conditions, I would be doing well to get the dog out for a walk and myself to the office—especially as it has just started snowing. Indeed, the last thing I need at this point is one of those lists of 52 goals to accomplish in 2015.
I’ll be lucky if I can remember where I stored my old snow boots.”
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Okay, here I am again. (They gave me a standing ovation, btw. If they ask for an encore, I’ll bring up my new campaign to refer to the Year of the Sheep as the Year of the Alpaca instead, so much cuter!)
But listen, I haven’t completely abrogated my duty of leaving you with some thoughts at the start of the 2015.
At the encouragement of my new best friend, the Lord of Misrule, I present 3 anti-New Year’s resolutions, which you’d do well to heed:
1) There’s nothing wrong with easing in to the new year.
Readers who follow us closely will remember that we recently posted an excerpt from a contribution made by Philippa Ramsden, a Scot who lives in Burma, to columnist Shannon Young’s Dragonfruit anthology. Philippa talks about finding out she has cancer as she reaches the Tropic of Cancer. Well, as her first post of the year to her blog, Feisty Blue Gecko, suggests, she plans not to lean in but to ease in to 2015. I see nothing wrong with that, particularly for those of us, myself included, who found 2014 difficult year because of health issues or losses in their families (not for everyone Facebook’s “Year in Review” app!). Easy, easy, one day at a time. Resolutions can wait.
2) Read what you want to, not what you have to, for a while.
To illustrate this point, allow me to spin a quick travel yarn. My husband and I spent Christmas-into-New Year’s in the arty little town of Hudson, New York, staying in this house with a Parisian-style mansard roof (who knew?):
It was the kind of house that made you want to sit by the window with a good book, but for one problem: I forgot to pack my Kindle! At first I was in despair: what’s a poor Kindle-less girl to do? That was before I discovered that the Hudson Valley has a wealth of abandoned books. In nearby Greenport, I found a regency romance by Georgette Heyer (deliciously frothy) and J.B. Priestly’s novel Lost Empires, which, in telling the story of the early 20th-century English music hall, paints some extraordinarily vivid characters. Reading two books I’d encountered by chance, I was reminded of my grad student days, when I would read widely as a break from writing my thesis. I was also reminded of why I chose to live in England so long: I was, and remain, enamored of the way they write novels.
3) Be open to finding inspiration in the most unlikely of places.
In the era of social media, there are countless gurus who tell us how to write, offering writing prompts or daily inspiration—when the truth is, the best inspiration usually comes when you least expect it. To continue with my travel yarn: During our stay in Hudson, we decided to visit the Olana State Historic Site, the home of Frederic Church, one of the major figures in the Hudson River School of landscape painting. I went there thinking I would learn something more about this quintessentially American style of painting, only to find that Church was ONE OF US: an early example of an international creative! Yes, he was American and attached to the Hudson Valley, but he also traveled extensively through Europe and the Middle East—Beirut, Jerusalem, and Damascus—with his wife and children and, before marriage, had explored South America. Fittingly, the house he and his wife designed is a mash-up of Victorian, Persian and Moorish styles:
“Olana2006 3 edit1” by Rolf Müller – Own work. Licensed under CC BY-SA 3.0 via Wikimedia Commons.
My goodness, I thought to myself, did they design this place anticipating it would one day be visited by displaced people like us?!
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Okay, the Lord of Misrule is signaling that it’s time to get back to the old wassail bowl and sing a tune for the 12th-night crowd.
With a hey-ho and the snow and the wind,
May you build your own Olana in 2015,
But that’s all one, this post is done.
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Thanks for sharing.. I LOVE the idea of “easing” into the new year. I think I’ll adopt that as an inner mantra.. at least for the first part of the year. Happy new year!
Thanks, Amit. I think easing in is sometimes the only way to go. Of course it may be different for our friends in the Southern Hemisphere, who aren’t up against a Code Blue Cold Weather Emergency, as we are here in NYC!
I love your Dance of the Winds photo series btw — very creative!
Thnx 😉 Brrr… you’re right about that; stay warm!
I enjoyed this post, and agree with all 3 resolutions. Happy New Year, ML!
Thanks, Lisa. I’m glad the Lord of Misrule didn’t make me too unruly! 🙂 A happy new year to you as well!