Fresh starts thanks to the calendar they happen every year
just set your watch to January, our reward for surviving the holiday season is a new year. Bringing on the great tradition of new years resolutions, put your past behind you and start over.
It’s hard to resist the chance of a new beginning, a chance to put the problems of last year to bed.
Who gets to determine when the old ends and the new begins?
It’s not a day on a calendar, not a birthday, it’s not a new year, it’s an event— big or small, something that changes us, ideally it gives us hope, a new way of living and looking at the world, letting go of old habits, old memories.
What's important is that we never stop believing we can have a new beginning,
but it's also important to remember that amid all the crap are a few things really worth holding on to.
Find salvation after Christmas?
So save up your kisses,
Dampen down your ardour,
And maybe we can smooch,
In January's restocked larder
December is letting go,
Of all the past year's fails,
And starting anew in January,
As time again chases its tail.
January is the first month of the year in the Julian and Gregorian calendars. Its length is 31 days. The first day of the month is known as New Year's Day. It is, on average, the coldest month of the year within most of the Northern Hemisphere (where it is the second month of winter) and the warmest month of the year within most of the Southern Hemisphere (where it is the second month of summer). In the Southern hemisphere, January is the seasonal equivalent of July in the Northern hemisphere and vice versa.
There is a breed of Tuesday in January in which time creeps and no light comes and the air is full of water and nobody really loves anybody.
Lots of people go mad in January. Not as many as in May, of course. Nor June. But January is your third most common month for madness
I blink January’s lashes
and gush down December’s cheeks
JANUARY,
The first month of the year,
A perfect time to start all over again,
Changing energies and deserting old moods,
New beginnings, new attitudes
December is letting go,
Of all the past year's fails,
And starting anew in January,
As time again chases its tail.
. In January a man crawls into a cave of hopelessness; he hallucinates sympathies catching fire. Letters are glaciers, null frigates, trapping us where we are in the moment, unable to carry us on toward truth
Dickensian poverty tends to occur after Christmas in January. For it is then, with pockets empty, diary decimated and larder bare, that the general populace sinks into a collective pauper's hibernation until Valentine's Day
Find salvation after Christmas?
So save up your kisses,
Dampen down your ardour,
And maybe we can smooch,
In January's restocked larder
HAIL, January, that bearest here
On snowbright breasts the babe-faced year
That weeps and trembles to be born.
Hail, maid and mother, strong and bright,
Hooded and cloaked and shod with white,
Whose eyes are stars that match the morn.
Thy forehead braves the storm's bent bow,
Thy feet enkindle stars of snow.
Maybe January light will consume My heart with its cruel Ray, stealing my key to true calm.
January Janus am I; oldest of potentates; Forward I look, and backward, and below I count, as god of avenues and gates, The years that through my portals come and go.
I block the roads, and drift the fields with snow; I chase the wild-fowl from the frozen fen; My frosts congeal the rivers in their flow, My fires light up the hearths and hearts of men.
For January I give you vests of skins,
And mighty fires in hall, and torches lit;
Chambers and happy beds with all things fit;
Smooth silken sheets, rough furry counterpanes;
And sweetmeats baked; and one that deftly spins
Warm arras; and Douay cloth, and store of it;
And on this merry manner still to twit
The wind, when most his mastery the wind wins.
Or issuing forth at seasons in the day,
Ye’ll fling soft handfuls of the fair white snow
Among the damsels standing round, in play:
And when you all are tired and all aglow,
Indoors again the court shall hold its sway,
And the free Fellowship continue so.the Saxon term Wulf-monath
meaning "Wolf Month"