It has been an interesting day - not what I had expected. Not a typical New Year's Day. In fact, I thought we'd be celebrating somewhere else, even had made the plans to do so. But John has picked up a virus and I'm still hobbling a bit from the fall I took just before Thanksgiving. We did manage to watch the Rose Bowl Parade together and were, as usual, awed by the color and the creativity, moved by a touching reunion of a young military family, impressed by the precision of the marching bands. Then he disappeared into football games and I retreated to catch an old favorite, "Sleepless in Seattle." A quiet day. A tranquil day, virus included, hobbling included.
After this past year, a trying year of endless campaigning, dysfunctional bipartisanship, natural disaster upon natural disaster, murder and mayhem, the loss of a family member - a quiet day, a day to just relax, to smile, and be reminded that people can come together safely and joyfully is a good day.
Our holidays have, in fact, been a series of quiet days. Reflective days. Still affected by the tragedy in Newtown and our personal loss, and frustrated by the fiasco in Washington, our relationship, our home, and our community have become increasingly the focus of our attention. Are we unusual, I wonder. Is this the silver lining in the pervasive thunder clouds of 2012? That we can become more conscious of what's important to us. That we can focus on nurturing and enjoying it. That we can choose to focus our efforts on what we can impact. That we can reject the fear and anger, the blame and insanity. That we can hold the possibility that 2013 will be a better year, a healthier and happier year.