Yesterday on New Year’s Eve my family and I had a little end-of-year ceremony at the back of our woodland croft. My husband and son are not as fond of ceremony and ritual as I am, so I usually go gently and only pick a few occasions each year. All of us chose one thing to let go and send down a little stream. Today is part two of our old year/near year ceremony and I was looking for something that felt right for us. Not too formal, not too overwhelming. Something the ritual-reluctant can embrace in relative comfort. The challenge for me was that I’ve actually never been fond of the days between Christmas and New Year, mainly because I don’t like endings. As a child, my parents observed I never closed doors behind me, and today I wondered if those two things are related.

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