Happy New Year dear PWN members and friends,
Seven days into this new year and I wonder if any of you are having the same dilemma as I am having? Perhaps a few of your well-intentioned New Year resolutions are lying in tattered shreds like last season’s holiday paper in some obscure corner of your office. Take heart, there is another chance to make a fresh start.
The Kitchen God cometh – he heralds the lunar new year and checks to see that everything is in good order– neat, clean, well stocked in the kitchen and, for that matter, in the rest of the house and the office as well.
And as this “Year of the Dog” approaches, I am failing miserably!
It is a good thing I still have a month to prepare — the lunar new year begins in mid-February this year– although in truth, a year to prepare might still not find me achieving my goal of total organization. It eludes me just like the quintessential ‘square one’. Does it really exist or is it just a figment of my type-A imagination colliding with my type-B reality and easily solved by my type-C solution — take a nap with the dog!
Let the dust bunnies frolic and multiply for a little longer. After all, who am I to disturb the natural order of life and death? “Ashes to ashes, dust to dust”? I have definitely got the “dust” part down, and I will leave the “ashes” part to my progeny who I hope will simply take handfuls of me and scatter them across the four corners of the globe. I would like to think they will be adventurers who will stumble upon a place that is significant to them, a place they suppose I might have liked to visit but never did (Antarctica? Bottom of the list, no pun intended. Madagascar? Bring on the dancing lemurs. At the foot of the Great Sphinx? Actually I do hope to get there someday, one way or another) or perhaps their own backyard on a snowy morning, mixed in with a little birdseed.
The choice will not be mine nor should it be. I know the memories I leave behind, the good thoughts, times shared and the love I generated will be the most meaningful legacy. This lives on without the burden of “stuff”. Memories are lightweight, totally portable, less substantial than air itself. What we create in our interactions with each other is pure and beautiful. What we remember about someone is how they made us feel. And this is the real memorial, not the granite headstone or the hand-carved mahogany casket.
A life well lived is a joy, an experience like watching a bird in flight, wings spread, coasting on air, a sheer, unbridled, heart bursting WOW!
I think the Kitchen God knows this and he just encourages us to achieve our “wow” in the most simplistic way, by caring for our space and nurturing ourselves. This enables us to care for, love and nurture those around us. It’s a basic “win win”.
So dust bunnies beware! I will clear my space and reduce my clutter. I will achieve this elusive state called “organization”. But first, just a little nap with the dog…….(smile)
I am excited to share this year with each of you as we support each other to achieve our ”wow” moments in both our personal and our professional lives. Know that you inspire me.
Hauoli makahiki hou, mahalo nui loa,