Well, I’m not sure about the new star part, but I do feel a inexplicable excitement about the new year. At the same time, I feel pangs of melancholy as I pack away Christmas.
In these silent rooms which so recently echoed with laughter and non-stop activity, there is a quiet emptiness. I can’t bear to take down my last tree (I put up five this year) and think I’ll just let it twinkle on until Valentines or Mardi Gras – or maybe until it just burns itself out.
The gifts have all been put away and the good china is back in its rarely disturbed home. I finished off the rest of my Aunt Emma’s chocolate pecan pie last night and passed out into a coma. I got the best night’s sleep ever – could it be that we need a prescription for Pecan Pie because it is narcotic!
But as I sit here contemplating the new year, I relish the quiet. I needed this space, this creative pause to reflect on the love that filled this house and to find the Christmas star still burning.
I have a rustic cabbage soup bubbling on the oven and will share the recipe if it turns out as fabulous as I believe it will. But first, have to finish the Valentine issue of the magazine. I hope this new year brings you everything you wish for.