The night before the night before the new year is a beautiful holiday.
Three hundred and sixty four days ago we were given an entire new year. A field of fresh snow to walk on. We laid on paths in it with our minds and hearts and then we walked them.
Tonight we look back on those three hundred and sixty four days of paths through the new snow and we ask our heart the question “Good or no good? Or less good than we hoped? Or less good than we could?”
We ask that question because we have one thing waiting for us which we will never get again — a fresh day of 2017.
This day of 2017 can be a microcosm for our entire year of 2017. It is an entirely fresh field of snow, creamy and patient! How will we walk on it right now with our minds? How will we walk on it tomorrow with our feet?
It’s a special day because it ends by turning into a special eve– new year’s eve. But it’s not that special because yesterday turned into a special day too — it began as the eve of the eve of the eve of the new year and then became the eve of the eve of the new year at the stroke of midnight!
Happy eve of the eve of the new year!