Welcome in the New Year Every Year

The rituals that gave that feel of a new beginning is here, bringing the new, and out with the, old!  Translated…

As the fireworks of the New Year’s faded, the joys of the New Year’s is about to, start up.  The Lunar New Year followed right behind the regular new year, the tempos of the new year stacked together, making January feel, busier with that scent of bidding farewell of the last year, and blessing for the brand new, year too.

It’s quite interesting, how the western and eastern cultures differ, we are now used to, celebrating two new ears.  It’s even more, strange how the “false age” gets calculated, to show gratitude toward the start of a life, we were born as a year, old, and every Lunar New Year’, we’d gained one more year, by this way of calculating, the babies born on New Year’s Eve, would be at age two when s/he is, born.

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This kind of speeding through our years in coming of age, seemed to have the generosity that’s in the eastern cultural traditions: not counting the days on the calendar year, but, as the changes of the seasons happen, adding more thickness to, life.  Although, we’d all, started counting using our “real age”, to get us to feel a year, younger now.

The calendar New Year’s, the world is in synch in celebration, as the world rotated around the sun one full circle, the seasons came and went, we can, start to look back in review of this, year that’s, come to, pass, then, with the fireworks, counting down, to usher in the brand new, year.

Following, the complex Lunar New Year, in the complicated way of calculating, the days don’t, align, and we’d had to make sure the day it lands on every year.  Although the day isn’t set, but we needed to go through the ritualistic house cleaning, meal on New Year’s Eve, the New Year Day greetings to our elders, and families, to sort of reset the feelings, and thoughts too.

And so, we’d begun, choosing those characters printed the way we liked them, and readied to tear down the already faded red strips, and pasted the bright red new strips on our, doors; ready to hand out those red envelopes to the younger generations of our, families, hearing everybody hollering: “Happy New Year!”  In the warmth of these exchanges, we’d come to realize, that winter is nearing end, time to, welcome in the, spring

Year past year, we’d learned to say goodbye in these two kinds of calendars, time and time again, with grandeur, welcoming in the new year.  The numbers may be a bit, cruel, and unrelenting, but the stories of life that connected us, always bring people, closer.

And so, this is on the importance of the ritualistic, because it’s a part of our, individual cultures, and we pass in down to our next generations, and they, pass it down, that’s how we connect to one another, in life.