2011, Thank You. 2012, Pleasure Meeting You

Last day of the year. Less than 12 hours I will be in Long Beach watching my high school friend get married. Rinnes is a terrific person. Two great kids. She going to marry a nice fellow. Met him once. At her Father's funeral. Not the best circumstance to meet. Still Carl is a good man and from the party afterwards, he had many a good friends that loved him so. They played and sang songs. Used to play with the guy from La Bamba.

Should Old Acquaintance be forgot,
and never thought upon;
The flames of Love extinguished,
and fully past and gone:
Is thy sweet Heart now grown so cold,
that loving Breast of thine;
That thou canst never once reflect
on Old long syne.

It was weird being there. I saw Rinnes a few months prior. We changed, but many things hadn't. We can never go back to the person we once were. In the same respect, we remain the same. Things that can't be altered without great effort.

My Heart is ravisht with delight,
when thee I think upon;
All Grief and Sorrow takes the flight,
and speedily is gone;
The bright resemblance of thy Face,
so fills this, Heart of mine;
That Force nor Fate can me displease,
for Old long syne.

Going to see people I haven't seen in decades. People that knew me before. People that knew how I was. In a sense, I am fearful. Just the look in their eyes. How once we were once close and to see a look. I sense this look when I think of her.

Still, light needs to shine. We need her to breathe. . .to grow. . .to burn. . .and to be reborn.

Since thoughts of thee doth banish grief,
when from thee I am gone;
will not thy presence yield relief,
to this sad Heart of mine:
Why doth thy presence me defeat,
with excellence divine?
Especially when I reflect
on Old long syne

We hold secrets that must be set free. We must let go of stuff that holds us back. It fills its purpose of protecting. We hold on to these dreams, these ideals, the fears, these hopes, these machinations that need to be discarded. . .to be passed on. Discarded, I mean, to be returned. . .to be recycled. To Return Home.

We need this. Coming home. We need an accounting. We need these pause, these times of reflections, these times to thank those helped us to get where we need to be. Those that carried us when we fallen. Those that we must Pay It Forward. We are Star Dust and so much more.We need to Marshall our forces for the Now and the Future.

We ready ourselves, for the next step. Leaving what we once were to Embrace what we need to become.

Auld Lange Syne

2011, Thank You. 2012, I Look Forward to Knowing You