"Whether you believe in the energy of a full moon or not, tonight is a great night to let go of everything that no longer serves you from the past decade. All those negative experiences, all those old thoughts, all of the living in the past... let it go."
and
"This full moon is really exposing the truth about people in your life especially friendships/relationships. Pay attention and if it doesn’t feel right, don’t keep it there anymore."
and
"The Full Moon in Gemini is attracting some discomfort in order for you to realign your balance. It will serve you best to meet this humbly, without trying to hide from your inner truth."
and a host of other twitter full moon comments and thoughts. And even though it's not really the end of the year yet at I type this blagh post, winter solstice, the holy dayze and Jesus Christ's birthday are upon us again and the end of the year, the end of a decade and maybe the end of an era as that blog post title says above is almost here. And some things have come to pass again, and it was the end of some peoples lives this past year. And Blogger is still here about 10 years later after I started blaghing these blog posts in web 2.0 user generated content internetland. And I guess this is another Gregorian calendar year where there are more memories to be remembered or forgotten and more recaps to be recaptured. And One generation passeth away, and another generation cometh: but the earth abideth for ever.
And so that I am no queen passage comes to mind again that I find myself posting on this blagh every so often: It seems to be finally here on this day and in this year again.
I am no Queen
I sit a widow and shall see sorrow
I kannot walk any further
my journey may end here
there are no words to take away the pain
to replace a person who is gone
my eyes are dim and heavy with grief
I kannot close them
I do not wish to see the darkness they hold
this thing which I have greatly feared
has come upon me with trembling
kausing all my bones to shake
I am scared with dreams and terrified
with visions of what will my funeral be like
when I die today at this very moment
will there be a funeral
who will come and who will pay
will they eulogize me and what will they say
leave me to sit and decay
make me your centerpiece in a chair dressed up dead
preserve me with spices, mummify me
let the birds of the air pluck me
the beast of the field tear me
till I be consumed by maggots and
dust and fly away when I die
there hath been no greater love than
that which hath been
it is the sound of Rachael mourning for
the children that never were
no one to comfort her
no where to wail lament save the ocean
why died they not from the womb
why died they not the breast prevent them from suck
why died they not the knees prevent them
why died they not give up the ghost that
no light shine upon this day
cursed be the man that saith the child is born this day
it is the wake of a funeral procession about to begin
it was a sunny day that day across the street from the graveyard
and we all laid down in our coffins to die
Auld Lang Syne
