So Where Are We Headed From Here?

Winter snow

Winter snow (Photo credit: blmiers2)

Imagine my December Book of Days tossed carelessly on the snow, the wind whipping the pages and ripping some of the blank ones from their bindings to fly helter skelter into oblivion.

Now imagine me sitting here with weepy eyes and an elephant on my chest, groggy from having slept the afternoon away, a little sad about the missing pages, but without the energy to do anything about replacing them. They’re just gone.

Maybe this post-a-day thing has finally beaten me down, although I think I made an awesome stab at it.  There were some sad days in October where words seemed useless and empty or there was simply nothing left to say.  And these few days in December when falling asleep won hands down over staying conscious for even one more minute.

And now I’ve caught this stupid bug and my head is full of sludge.

But today I will not be thwarted by sludge head!  I’m here to explain that delightful button to your right which proclaims me to be one of many  Bloggers for Peace.  Please click on it and see where it takes you.  I am committing to doing a blog for peace every month in 2013.  I fell about a hundred blogs short on my Project 365, but that’s because I kept forgetting to put everything into that category.  So I’ll just slog on with that until I reach the magic number.  Because magic numbers are magical and we could all do with a little more magic in our lives.

I am going to try harder to accept the many Word Press Challenges.  Even when I think they’re stupid.  God knows I rarely come up with anything better on my own.  I will finally finish Alphabet Soup.  I will get Jazzy all the way to one hundred schmaltzy bits of advice with a wine glass that’s never empty.  I will write more poetry.  Before you run away screaming, come on, some of it might even be good.  There’s always that chance.

There will also be more tales for my poor neglected “Before The Lights Go Out”.  Because one of these days the lights will go out for real and there will still be so many stories left to tell.

So I guess that’s my vague master plan for the moment.  Now I’m going to drink a gallon of orange juice, take some decongestants and imagine myself being all bright and perky at work tomorrow.  And the next day, and the next, all the way to 2013.

Merry Christmas
Merry Christmas
May your every New Year dream come true

Sweet December song
The melody that saved me
On those less than silent nights
When snow would fall upon my bed
White sugar from Jesus
And take me to the day
She could always smile
The Virgin Child would always show, you see
Just to save me
(Just to save me)

There was always Christmas time
To wipe the year away
I guess that morning they’d decided
That the war would have to wait

There was always Christmas time
Jesus came to stay
I could believe in peace on Earth
And I could watch TV all day
So I dreamed of Christmas

Maybe since you’ve gone
I went a little crazy
God knows they can see (the child)
But the snow that falls upon my bed
That loving I needed
Falls every single day
For each and every child
The Virgin smiles for all to see
But you kept her from me

There was always Christmas time
To wipe the year away
I guess that morning they’d decided
That the war would have to wait

There was always Christmas time
Jesus came to stay
I could believe in peace on Earth
And I could watch TV all day
And so I dreamed of Christmas
Yes, I dreamed like you

Merry Christmas
Merry Christmas
May your every New Year dream come true

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8 thoughts on “So Where Are We Headed From Here?

  1. I think you did phenomanally well with your posts throughout the year! Far, far better than I did. I loved reading about the romance of your mother and father — those letters were lovely. I look forward to what Jazzy has to say — though I don’t always have it in me to follow her sage advice. 2012 was in some ways a very tough year, but what year isn’t? I’m looking forward to 2013 — a fresh start, new challenges, new adventures. I’m glad I discovered your blog this past year — something I’m grateful for — among a whole bunch of small things that mean a lot. Take care, beat that flu! Wishing you a Happy New Year!

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