Holidailies Post 21 - When the Stars Are Aligned... for You and Traditions of the Past
I really don't know what the hells is wrong with me. Since the 28th, and through the 6th, I'm getting to experience what is supposed to be a good thing. Jupiter is transiting though a trine with my birth Sun.
Creativity should abound. Spirits should be light. Peace, love and lollipops for everyone.
And yet, I feel trapped. I've not been out of the house since before Christmas, I'm sure that has something to do with it. It was nice to have company over the other night, but it's not the same as getting out. My hip is mostly to blame for that. Even though the spirit is willing to explore, the flesh is weak to support.
Maybe it's the Holiday Doldrums. The time between Christmas and New Year's. This wasn't always as it is now. In the past, we would be looking toward New Year's Eve, trying to figure out how many people to plan for, discussing what the menu would be for New Year's Day. Planning our twice yearly trip 45 minutes down the road to pick up fireworks.
I don't foresee any of that happening this year. Well, except New Year's meal. It feels like the further we move ahead, the farther we leave traditions behind. In some cases this is a good thing, some traditions need to evolve over time to suit the situation for which they were created. It's just sad when they wither and nothing new grows back.
I think I miss New Year's Eve the most. We've always shot off fireworks as long as I can remember, and over the past ten or so years, it's actually become a fireworks show for the neighborhood.
Every once in a while, in a slight break in the action after the booming echoes have ceased, we would hear applause from the front of the house. Later on we would find out that there are a few families in the neighborhood that invite their friends over to watch our fireworks. It's really crazy to think of it. We never thought we were making that big of an impression. We just did our thing and had fun with our friends who were over.
Over the years, the friends have either moved, or fallen out of touch. The twice yearly post-fireworks, Roman candle/bottle rocket wars have ended many years back (this is probably a good thing, as it should be left to the young and spry). As far as I know, no one is coming over for New Year's Eve. There will be no fireworks, with the exception of some small items left over in a box in the garage.
Traditions are changing. Sometimes they change out of necessity. Sometimes out of Why don't we try this, this time? You don't really know when they die, you seem to only miss them in hindsight. The leftovers of your past. Nostalgic as you may be, you can't wish them back to life, lest you create some Frankenstein's monster of it.
However, traditions are about change. They keep us in touch with what has come before. Remind us of our past, and hopefully things that we have learned. New traditions can appear without even trying, they just happen.
I miss tradition. I wonder if tradition misses me.
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Creativity should abound. Spirits should be light. Peace, love and lollipops for everyone.
And yet, I feel trapped. I've not been out of the house since before Christmas, I'm sure that has something to do with it. It was nice to have company over the other night, but it's not the same as getting out. My hip is mostly to blame for that. Even though the spirit is willing to explore, the flesh is weak to support.
Maybe it's the Holiday Doldrums. The time between Christmas and New Year's. This wasn't always as it is now. In the past, we would be looking toward New Year's Eve, trying to figure out how many people to plan for, discussing what the menu would be for New Year's Day. Planning our twice yearly trip 45 minutes down the road to pick up fireworks.
I don't foresee any of that happening this year. Well, except New Year's meal. It feels like the further we move ahead, the farther we leave traditions behind. In some cases this is a good thing, some traditions need to evolve over time to suit the situation for which they were created. It's just sad when they wither and nothing new grows back.
I think I miss New Year's Eve the most. We've always shot off fireworks as long as I can remember, and over the past ten or so years, it's actually become a fireworks show for the neighborhood.
Every once in a while, in a slight break in the action after the booming echoes have ceased, we would hear applause from the front of the house. Later on we would find out that there are a few families in the neighborhood that invite their friends over to watch our fireworks. It's really crazy to think of it. We never thought we were making that big of an impression. We just did our thing and had fun with our friends who were over.
Over the years, the friends have either moved, or fallen out of touch. The twice yearly post-fireworks, Roman candle/bottle rocket wars have ended many years back (this is probably a good thing, as it should be left to the young and spry). As far as I know, no one is coming over for New Year's Eve. There will be no fireworks, with the exception of some small items left over in a box in the garage.
Traditions are changing. Sometimes they change out of necessity. Sometimes out of Why don't we try this, this time? You don't really know when they die, you seem to only miss them in hindsight. The leftovers of your past. Nostalgic as you may be, you can't wish them back to life, lest you create some Frankenstein's monster of it.
However, traditions are about change. They keep us in touch with what has come before. Remind us of our past, and hopefully things that we have learned. New traditions can appear without even trying, they just happen.
I miss tradition. I wonder if tradition misses me.
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