2020 is coming to a close. By the time this is published we will be out of it, into another calendar year. Perhaps a kinder year. It’s only an arbitrary change – a shift of the calendar… But there has been a shift in the heavens this month, and now perhaps we can allow the possibility of goodness. Let the light in.
The last calendar year has brought huge change for the world and for the business where I make my living. The virus and the sociological effects thereof, of course. The continuing radicalisation of virtually everybody online about one thing or another. Catastrophic fires in Australia and in California. Dangerous blonde haired idiots in powerful positions. The smash of Brexit, now inevitable, bringing whatever it will bring. All we can do is hope for the best now, and start to pick up the pieces of what the fires and the smashes and the changes have left behind. I wish for a brighter year for all of us amidst the wreckage.
There’s a fog down low in London. If we had fireworks they’d be obscured. A wet gray freezing mist over where I live, just the final “screw you” of 2020. We all wanted to get shot of 2019. If only we had known. If 2021 is worse than this I’m getting in touch with the manufacturer. We’re old mates. If it’s gone off piste it’s probably just cos he’s taken his eye off the ball the old fool.
I’ve been reading tarot on zoom and now I’m going to have a bath and maybe burn something. I’ve filled the bath with Badedas. Last year I thought I was going to have a quiet and restrained night like I’m planning and then the phone rang and I ended up getting mashed up until dawn. This year the phone isn’t going to ring. This year we are hibernating. And now we will really collectively get to the meat of this hibernation. The old and the vulnerable are vaccinated now, so they can all swan off and break into the boarded up clubs and have a proper rave up. For the rest of us, it’s gonna get worse before it gets better. Let’s stay connected and lead with love. Let’s do some positive work in the cold and dark, and come out better than we went in, and stronger and kinder and happier.
In all this hibernation I’m having a lovely time. I’m writing to you from my little cushion fortress in the corner of my sofa. I’m surrounded by boxes full of very old and flammable papers, and loads of candles that are haphazardly stuck to their holders just above the boxes. I’ve already knocked one of them over. No harm done. Just a lot of wax and fire. But never fear, I’m about to blow them all out and get in the bath. I will likely see the new year in immersed in water, wishing you all a happy peaceful hibernation, and a good reintegration in the year to come. Xx
AlBarclay 