Friday, December 31, 2010

Forrest Gump: I'm sorry I ruined your New Year's Eve party, Lieutenant Dan. She tasted like cigarettes….

The days and nights leading up to New Year’s Eve have a range of emotions and brings about a plethora of concerns for most. How, why, who (with) will you celebrate? How, why, who (with) will you not? Go big and club out? Go small and simply reflect? Scoff or rejoice?



Perhaps you may not take the extreme and you’ll plan all events out with measure and balance…a little bit of this and a little bit of that. Like a potion that renders someone under a spell, I have always found New Year’s Eve taunting and mesmerizing at the same time; like the gravitational pull of two magnets; like a boy pulling on my pigtails at school just asking to be wrestled; like an exam over your head that you must finish within the hour. You can be mesmerized by the marketed holiday that invites, encourages or perhaps forces you to be among a throb of people, that which provokes questions of true connectivity. Or it can torture you endlessly with questions about your status in life, that which is like the changing of guards in year counts of what’s left in your stack of cards. On the lighter side, New Year’s Eve is the refreshing and much sought out “clean slate.” The concept of “out with the old and in with the new.” Think writer T.S Eliot said it most eloquently in his poem “Little Gidding”—“For last year's words belong to last year's language. And next year's words await another voice. And to make an end is to make a beginning.”

Whatever your mindset is about New Year’s Eve you can bet it has or will have an affect. Will yours be the Lt. Dan (Forest Gump) hotel room night? Or will yours be the Harry love declaration (When Harry Met Sally)? Or will yours be the Bridget Jones drunk singing fiasco?



Extraordinarily, one of my friends plainly said he wasn’t doing anything out of the ordinary. No ball drop watching. No mass crowds. No vomiting in the toilet. No meditating or chanting to candles. No hors d'œuvres. No friends. No clinking of champagne-filled glasses. Just an ordinary day and night. I looked at him puzzled, aghast what seemed to be a lie. Could this wonderful man friend of mine, so popular and in demand as he is, be completely unaffected? Should we commit him to science and study him?? What made him free of all the affectations that this holiday brings upon so many people? Well, he’s Larry. He’s refused the holiday because he doesn’t need it. He doesn’t want it. Nor does it generate any validation, duty or impression for him. Sure! Unknown to us, he may have those latent reflections possibly lurking around the stroke of midnight, but if you knew Larry he’d probably be jamming on his drums; spellbound by his own universe. I like that visual.



So. The beat on the street is that 2010 has been the year of calamities, personal strife, big losses, high tribulations and overall chaos. And if you’re wondering, yes, I took an accurate poll; and I can share with great camaraderie my vote. For “scientific” means and reader’s reassurance, I am sure I can get some mildly interesting astrological reasoning behind all of it, such as Mars is hiding behind the Moon, Pluto jumped over the Sun, Mercury is yet again in retrograde. (F**K Mercury and it’s retrogrades). I can also quote the great philosophers, religionists, et al about how they regarded New Year’s Eve, aka “No one ever regarded the First of January with indifference. It is that from which all date their time, and count upon what is left. It is the nativity of our common Adam.” –Charles Lamb



But, before I digress into a variety of related and somewhat unrelated topics:

I wish for each of you on this New Year’s Eve holiday to be spellbound by your own personal universe in the most positive way. I encourage neither a detailed event schedule or a total non event, but rather that you are happy. Truly, deeply happy. That’s all we can ask for as humans. It’s a tall glass that if we’re lucky enough to order for another year, we can dictate how full or empty it is. With that said, bring in 2011 with a hydration and strength…because you made it. You really did! If you can, keep that perspective and maybe avoid those emotional questions that stir you up inside. Maybe it’s enough to stand outside ourselves and just be human. Flawed but oh so…beautiful. That may be idealism, but to answer what I’M doing for New Year’s Eve—I’m going to be me. An elusive answer perhaps. Not if you really know me. Here’s a quote that may make it clearer…

"Year's end is neither an end nor a beginning but a going on, with all the wisdom that experience can instill in us." –Author Hal Borland

As I’m wiping down my 2010 etch-a-sketch, I wish you all a Happy New Year! xox

Johanna

Thursday, December 23, 2010

HOLIDAY FOR THE GINGERBREAD MAN...a poem for you and yours...




HOLIDAY FOR THE GINGERBREAD MAN

The gingerbread man was baked in a little oven
In a house full of merry
With all the traditional holiday stuffin
So excited was he on the counter top
He ran to find his home made of jelly drops.

Scurrying to red and green paths, so bright and airy
He came upon a decorated tree big and tall
Alas, alas that was not his home at all.
Riding the steel train round around the trunk,
Bells and whistles he clearly debunked
This too was not his home, he thunk.

Then, crossing the yuletide hearth
The gingerbread man braved terrains
Past those fiery logs with excitement and mirth.
“Yippee skippee, cheers to adventure!”
“Yet where oh where is my realm, to call my sugary domain?”
“Maybe I’ll find it in this red stocking fixture?”

Down and down he rummaged through the toys
To find a motorized plane made out to the neighborhood boys.
The gingerbread man took the challenge and deployed
Up and up he went to see a new vantage point.

Over the land of evergreen reefs, snow filled windows and presents
Was a joy to see in the corner of his raisin eye
The aromatic kitchen, a sweet smell that filled the sky.
From which he came, landing the jet on the counter top
Was that delicious cookied home of gummy drops.
Suddenly it all made sense…

The gingerbread man laughed with glee
As he realized you don’t have to run very far or flee
So may you look about, be aware and self compose
Your home may just be right under your frosting icing lil' nose
The gingerbread man walked through his cookie crumbly abode
Laying down to sleep, wishing everyone a holiday peace so bestowed.


To every ginger heart, Merry Christmas and a Happy start to 2011!
With love, happiness, success and health.

Yours truly,
Johanna

[a poem by Johanna Vanderspool, 12/23/2010]





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LAST YEAR'S HOLIDAY POEM
(December 2009)

Dear friends, family, colleagues and my worldly buddies,

"Ho Ho Ho! Merry Christmas," says Kris Kringle.
With a twitch of his eyes and while his little nose wrinkles.
Embarking on his yearly voyage and setting his course,
He reminds us that everyone should be kind and to rejoice.
Because 'tis the time of the year for charity and good cheers.
To remember your fellow man and wom-an alike
To cuddle your children and show them the glory of light
To smile and be friendly is what makes this holiday bright.
So nurture your friends and be jolly.
And enjoy the egg nog and the seasonal follies.
Tomorrow's the big day and all I have left to say...
Is Merry Christmas, and to all a good night.

Many x's and o's,
Johanna

Happy Hanukkah!
Frohe Weihnachten!!
!Feliz Navidad!
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