It’s that time of year. Renewal.

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I was in the mood to write something snarky at first, but after I spent a little time thinking about this subject, my mood definitely changed to something more wishful and contemplative.

Every year, after the merry excesses of the Christmas (or Hanukkah, or whatever winter holiday you choose to celebrate, if at all – there, I think I covered everyone, right?) we all seem ready for that fresh start that a new calendar year brings to us.  The inspirational quotes about renewal, beginnings, and new possibilities start making the rounds. This year, especially, there is a real fervency about getting a new slate of 365 days to bring about the things we hope for, and possibly make up for a cruel 2016.  I mean, seriously – although each year brings about its share of ups, downs, heartbreaks, and joys, I truly feel like 2016 seemed especially brutal – so I’m definitely down with this whole spirit of renewal and new beginnings.

Personally, I don’t make new year resolutions.  I learned at a young age that they are useless.  Change only comes about because you truly want it, and not because the calendar says it’s January 1st.  But I do try to call to mind each January my hopes for the coming year, and almost always they look something like this, from two of my favorite wordsmiths:

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Go on…you can do it too. Join the fun, the hope, the longing, for a much better 2017.  We can all hope, right? We can all choose to renew that faith in a better tomorrow, and maybe it will come.

via Daily Prompt: Renewal

Youth and Folly

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Daily Prompt: This is not about Primp.

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via Daily Prompt: Primp

I tried to get my mind around today’s prompt, but given current events, it just wasn’t happening.  What did suddenly leap to mind, was Maya Angelou’s words.  I saw some of her quotes shared throughout this election cycle, and felt that one of her poems in particular has even more meaning today, in the aftermath of yesterday.

I did not vote for our new President-Elect for a good many, well-thought out and deeply felt reasons. And yet, after the heartbreak subsides, I know I will continue to nurse hope – for us, for our country, for our leaders – that goodness will win over, that honor will find its way, that rifts can be healed…

Still I Rise
by Maya Angelou

You may write me down in history
With your bitter, twisted lies,
You may trod me in the very dirt
But still, like dust, I’ll rise.

Does my sassiness upset you?
Why are you beset with gloom?
‘Cause I walk like I’ve got oil wells
Pumping in my living room.

Just like moons and like suns,
With the certainty of tides,
Just like hopes springing high,
Still I’ll rise.

Did you want to see me broken?
Bowed head and lowered eyes?
Shoulders falling down like teardrops.

Weakened by my soulful cries.

Does my haughtiness offend you?
Don’t you take it awful hard
‘Cause I laugh like I’ve got gold mines
Diggin’ in my own back yard.
You may shoot me with your words,
You may cut me with your eyes,
You may kill me with your hatefulness,
But still, like air, I’ll rise.

Does my sexiness upset you?
Does it come as a surprise
That I dance like I’ve got diamonds
At the meeting of my thighs?

Out of the huts of history’s shame
I rise
Up from a past that’s rooted in pain
I rise
I’m a black ocean, leaping and wide,
Welling and swelling I bear in the tide.

Leaving behind nights of terror and fear
I rise
Into a daybreak that’s wondrously clear
I rise
Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave,
I am the dream and the hope of the slave.

I rise
I rise
I rise.

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