A New Year?

I lean toward the contrary.  If something is too popular, I find something else to be a fan of.  Don’t ask me why.  I like to think it’s because I value individualism and resist being swept up in mob mentality.  The truth is it’s probably something less noble, like maybe I’m so narcissistic I can’t bow to anyone else’s leadership.  Or something like that.

Whatever the reason, it’s one of the reasons I don’t do anything special for New Year’s Eve usually.  (That and all the drunk people on the roads.) I don’t do New Year’s resolutions, and I couldn’t make myself write a blog post looking back on 2011 and/or looking forward to 2012 like so many people are doing,

This December 31/January 1 I even found myself thinking about how pointless it is to use dates as a measuring tool.  First off what is January 1 but an arbitrary point in time invented by humans simply as a way to count off time?  Why do we even have a calendar that starts January 1 and lasts for 12 months and 375 days?  There have been other calendars in history that have been rejected in favor of this model, but what we have isn’t 100% accurate anyway, or we wouldn’t have to have the verse “and in leap year 29” when singing about February.

Secondly, New Year’s eve isn’t even a single point in time.  It’s got a point in each timezone.  If you don’t want to stay up long enough to ring in the new year in Pacific Standard Time, just watch the ball drop three hours earlier on EST.  And how about Down Under where they celebrate a day ahead of our hemisphere?  Or Samoa who recently decided to “switch” to the other side of the international time zone because that’s better for tourism for some odd reason?

I see New Year’s Eve as an excuse–a reason to party, to give yourself a fresh start, to shoot off some fireworks, and maybe a reason to look back nostalgically on the past twelve months.

Personally, I find the advent of spring feels like a much more natural time to begin anew.  That’s when I feel energized to refresh my life along with my closets, celebrate sunshine and green spikes peeping up from the earth and begin to plan the next few months of my life.  I can’t tell you which “date” that will be, but I’ll recognize the opportunity when I see it.  It will be something I can hear, smell, taste, and feel throughout my heart and mind.  That’s when my new year will begin.

Raw Honesty

I caught an interview on NPR yesterday of Cam Penner, a singer/songwriter from Manitoba that caught my attention because he describes so exactly my own experience.  Penner, raised as a Mennonite, went to Chicago and lived with the Jesus people there, working with the homeless.

He speaks about the raw honesty he found there, and about how their ghosts live inside him telling their stories through his songs.

That’s what it was like for me, also.  That raw honesty is so unaffected, so real, it strips through all the bullshit like a cold rush of white water through a mountainside.  And leaves ghosts inside.  Painted Black is filled with the ghosts of some of those people whose raw honesty made such a big difference in  my life.

PENNER: Well, the thing about it is it’s raw honesty, which is sometimes the most beautiful thing. And I never saw it as working with the homeless. I just I was just hanging out with these people who had something to say and they lived it out. And it brought me direction to my life listening to these people. And I think that’s what it was for me – you were listening and you responded. And it’s like I have 10,000 stories inside me ’cause I’ve met so many people that got these ghosts living inside me. And now it comes out in my songs and my lyrics

via Cam Penner Spins Road Stories On ‘Gypsy Summer’ | WBUR & NPR.