So I'm sure you know its New Years Eve and I thought along with my little photographic review I'd let you in a little into my heart and why I cherish this holiday so much.
For me its a renewal of my life and always a moment I can accept some grace for the person I have been in 2016. I've met some years where I look on to January 1st like I'm looking through a window with optimism and clarity. I am fierce and grounded and call my next year by its name. These years a truly gifts of rest and healing but they are not the ones that have taught me truth nor the ones that have shown me light.
Its the Years where I'm standing at what feels like a base of a mountain looking up into a foggy and concealed unknown that have taught me what it looks like to rely on something other than myself. I simply know it's a steep climb but can barely see my feet below me. These are the years I have faced loss, darkness, fear and weakness. These are the years that have made me who I am as an artist, woman and storyteller.
I have a tradition that started a few years ago that encompasses my way to bring in the new year whichever season. Every New Years Eve I spend sometime writing down things I need to let go of from 2016. Things I need to stop regretting, things I need to forgive myself for or others, fears that I keep hidden or lies I like to tell myself. I write them down on slips of paper or just a list and put it aside. Then I write down a lot of hopes, the things I want to happen in 2017 that I don't have control over and the things I'm too afraid to hope for, for fear they will let me down. Then after all of that I put it aside and go party. I celebrate the new year with whoever is around and mark the moment as best I can.
This little tradition is a bit of a two parter because New years is a bit of a two parter. New Years day is for sleeping in and drinking coffee and letting go of 2016 hopes and fears and all and looking forward to the new day. This letting go for me has always needed to be physical. I think it comes out of a long tradition of women who love to collect. I know I'd keep those lists in a journal somewhere, written eloquently and emotive so I can go back to them with worry all through out the year. But for me thats not letting them go thats holding on to them tightly so sometimes I burn my lists, once i went to the ocean and folded them up like airplanes and through them into the sea but I think this year i'll bury them.
Lastly I like to name my year. Of course I've been thinking about this word that will define my year for the last couple weeks but I like to wait to name it till January 1st. In the last couple years I have had years called Hope, Bravery and 'Let it Go.'
Tomorrow I'll post my first post of the New Year, with my name for 2017 and some exciting hopes for Hannahill Photography. Plus the second half 2016's photographic review!