At this time of year, I always find myself in a complete dichotemy.  Am I looking back to the year that has just gone or am I looking to the future?  Could I be like the Roman God Janus and look both ways at the same time?  After all we did name the first month after him.  

Over the past ten years or so, David and I have gone through some very testing times and have been  eager to toast in a New Year with hope, but sadly it seems that hope has been a bit thin on the ground for the  past couple of years especially.  I remember in 2019, a very good friend of mine, Margaret, kept warning me that life as we knew it was about to change radically and things would never be the same again.  We all get our messages in different ways and Margaret is a very gifted lady who has contact with beings from other worlds and galaxies and so I assumed, wrongly as it turned out, that this cataclysmic event would take the form of alien contact or even a huge meteorite colliding with Earth.  

I had also been told by other psychic friends that 2020 would not be a good year, but being the cock-eyed optimist that I am, we raised our glasses at midnight and toasted in a much better year ahead. Little did I realise what was in store for us.  That year, it seemed as if the world was ending.  Thousands upon thousands were dying from this virulently contagious disease for which there seemed no cure.  We clung to the safety of our homes, viewing anyone who approached with great suspicion, and when we did have to venture out for food, fully masked, we scuttled away from others as if the sign of the plague was upon them.  Separated from our loved ones we became more and more introverted relying on the company of machines, something especially damaging for young people and children who need social contact to thrive.  And so we have stayed for the past couple of years.  We get little respites, but then the spectre of lockdown hovers over our heads like a modern day Sword of Damocles.

When we think back over 2021 we may think what a dreadful year it has been, but for me personally it has been a year of self-recognition and growth.  Just before last Christmas, David and I sold our business and were full of plans to travel.  Well, that hasn’t happened yet but it has been fun making plans for when this dreadful travel embargo will end.  I also feel that the spirit world has been giving me a huge kick forward.  We moved house and quite unexpectedly relocated back to the city, a wonderful move for an old townie like me, which has given me quite a new lease of life.  And, very importantly, thanks to the wonderful Stuart Hollett, I have this fantastic new website and this blog.

And so you may ask, did I raise my glass with hope at midnight last Friday?  Yes I did.  And I do have hope. I feel a little like the Mole in Wind in the Willows poking his nose out, sniffing the air and running towards the river and so many adventures with Ratty and Mr Toad.  My guides tell me this will be the start of new adventures for me as well and so I will believe them.  

I will look back on 2021 and this time hopefully learn from my experiences, but I will look forward and embrace what is ahead.  The human spirit is a wonderful thing.  We have been through dire times in the past and I have no doubt will go through more in the future, but for now, let’s just concentrate on what we can achieve together.  Let’s hug each other and send the intention of health, love and peace to the world.

And may I wish you all a very Happy New Year.