It appears that 2016 was not a year of writing for this blogger. It was a year of many things, mostly transitions, but it was not a year of writing. For that, I must apologize. I must apologize because there was a time (2015!) when I was much more prolific than I have been this year. I suspect that 2017 will be different, but as yet, I don't know how. So, if you care to read on, here are some (mostly) non-pagan musings on 2016 and the transition it offered.
So many I know had a tremendously difficult 2016. Karmically speaking, time seems to have run out on them. What does that mean? Am I being a judgmental bitch again? No, I'm not. I'm being observant. 2016 was a supremely karmic year for a whole lot of people. Suddenly, the excuses weren't cutting it any more. Suddenly, the rug was snatched out from under people. They lost (read: the Universe cut away) all of their reasons for not moving forward. They lost all of the dead weight in their lives. I watched many of the people I care about the most lose nearly everything that mattered to them and some were left with nothing, not even their dignity.
It was a tremendously painful year for me to sit and watch so many seemingly bad things happen to so many people I care about. I offered comfort to those whom I could. Others would have lashed out or held on hoping I could fix it for them, so I simply sat back and mourned their losses with them. There was a third group, though, who I watched flail helplessly as 2016 dragged them under. This third group pained my heart the most. This third group was hit the hardest. This third group was hit the most unaware. It was this final group of people who simply refused to believe that their lot for this year could be tied into their actions. They refused to believe that their actions and attitudes could have possibly created their circumstances. They raged and railed. They swam against the karmic current. They refused to believe that by their own actions this year could be what they reaped.
My own year was much less traumatic. My own transitions were moderately smooth, for the most part. I set my intentions in December and began working toward them. Some of the transitions, I didn't want to make, but I knew I had to. Some of the transitions, I bounced happily through. Other transitions, well, other transitions I'm still looking at the sky and shaking my head. Interestingly, my biggest transitions have happened since June, when I moved (that being one of them).
Clarise and I moved into a small basement apartment in June. We were quite happy to spend our evenings eating cheese and crackers and fresh produce while we read or watched television. It took 3 weeks for all of that to change. The gods laughed and laughed at me as they sent me an old friend. He helped me transition from living with someone to living alone. He taught me the art of being alone without being lonely. He reminded me that there are other people like me out there in the world. Clarise fell head over all eight tits in love (and she, basically, hates everyone). He was in transition, too. We transitioned, together.
We spent a lot of time together, getting to know each other even better. Now, in less than six months, we are married. That's one transition that I did not see coming!! (Neither did he!) Most importantly, we are happy. Our ways of being are very complimentary of each other. We think of each other first. We both wonder what the hell happened, but refuse to question it!
So, as this year wanes, there is more transition. However, it is good transition. Remember, if you spent most of 2016 flailing and going from one traumatic thing to the next, then maybe some of your karmic debt has been paid and you are on the road to better than you could have begun to imagine! Don't wallow in the bad. Sometimes those things simply have to happen to get us on the path to where we need to be, to be happy.
Have a blessed Yuletide season, Friends. I will be back in 2017 with more musings and more adventures.
May you always have a candle to light your way in the darkness. Blessed Be.
So many I know had a tremendously difficult 2016. Karmically speaking, time seems to have run out on them. What does that mean? Am I being a judgmental bitch again? No, I'm not. I'm being observant. 2016 was a supremely karmic year for a whole lot of people. Suddenly, the excuses weren't cutting it any more. Suddenly, the rug was snatched out from under people. They lost (read: the Universe cut away) all of their reasons for not moving forward. They lost all of the dead weight in their lives. I watched many of the people I care about the most lose nearly everything that mattered to them and some were left with nothing, not even their dignity.
It was a tremendously painful year for me to sit and watch so many seemingly bad things happen to so many people I care about. I offered comfort to those whom I could. Others would have lashed out or held on hoping I could fix it for them, so I simply sat back and mourned their losses with them. There was a third group, though, who I watched flail helplessly as 2016 dragged them under. This third group pained my heart the most. This third group was hit the hardest. This third group was hit the most unaware. It was this final group of people who simply refused to believe that their lot for this year could be tied into their actions. They refused to believe that their actions and attitudes could have possibly created their circumstances. They raged and railed. They swam against the karmic current. They refused to believe that by their own actions this year could be what they reaped.
My own year was much less traumatic. My own transitions were moderately smooth, for the most part. I set my intentions in December and began working toward them. Some of the transitions, I didn't want to make, but I knew I had to. Some of the transitions, I bounced happily through. Other transitions, well, other transitions I'm still looking at the sky and shaking my head. Interestingly, my biggest transitions have happened since June, when I moved (that being one of them).
Clarise and I moved into a small basement apartment in June. We were quite happy to spend our evenings eating cheese and crackers and fresh produce while we read or watched television. It took 3 weeks for all of that to change. The gods laughed and laughed at me as they sent me an old friend. He helped me transition from living with someone to living alone. He taught me the art of being alone without being lonely. He reminded me that there are other people like me out there in the world. Clarise fell head over all eight tits in love (and she, basically, hates everyone). He was in transition, too. We transitioned, together.
We spent a lot of time together, getting to know each other even better. Now, in less than six months, we are married. That's one transition that I did not see coming!! (Neither did he!) Most importantly, we are happy. Our ways of being are very complimentary of each other. We think of each other first. We both wonder what the hell happened, but refuse to question it!
So, as this year wanes, there is more transition. However, it is good transition. Remember, if you spent most of 2016 flailing and going from one traumatic thing to the next, then maybe some of your karmic debt has been paid and you are on the road to better than you could have begun to imagine! Don't wallow in the bad. Sometimes those things simply have to happen to get us on the path to where we need to be, to be happy.
Have a blessed Yuletide season, Friends. I will be back in 2017 with more musings and more adventures.
May you always have a candle to light your way in the darkness. Blessed Be.
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