I’ve been feeling detached from my blog and writing lately, not really having anything to say, and if I do, not wanting to put forth the effort to put it into words that mean anything.
So when, in my daily blog meanderings, I ran across this post from Bella, I knew that in my present state of writer’s block I couldn’t say anything about the coming New Year better than she had. Thank you, Bella, for sharing your beautiful thoughts and words with us again.
January is named after the Roman god Janus. He was the god of gates, of doorways and entrances, beginnings and endings tied together. In most depictions of him, he is double faced, looking both backwards and forwards, as if to remember and reach out simultaneously. He reminds me of the goddess Hecate, she who stands at the crossroads. He brings the clarity of vision, the loss of leaving something behind which has already passed us by and the hope of what is yet to come.
I breathe out, only to once again breath in. I feel a pause, that moment in-between, as the foot leaves the ground, right before it steps down once again. Then I enter. I step inside. I cross through. It has been a hard year. It has been the best year ever. And now, here we go.
