In this imperfect world I find myself irresistibly drawn to blank slates, tabulae rasae, fresh starts. I need as many New Year's Days as I can possibly find.
In ancient Pagan traditions, November 1 is New Year's Day. It makes as much sense to me as January 1 (basically no sense at all) so I'll take it. There's the first day of spring; the first day of school; and frankly, every Monday morning.
Happy New Year.
Thanks to friend and artist Jack Lambert for this reminder of HOPE in 09.