It Will Come…


I was thinking about the best way to sum up the departing year, wondering what the right words would be until I found this song… The original version is from my childhood – from an old Russian movie about Mary Poppins, bringing back lovely memories. And I have the feeling it fits also today…when something is about to end and something new – to begin. Things change, winds do and so do we together with them…

The world keeps turning like a carousel,
Enchanted with an everlasting spell
With winds of malice, envy, strife and gall
Can’t count them all…

Can’t count them all-no life has been immune
To strife and anger that arise so soon
To crush our dreams and then instill our fears
With rains of tears and winds so fierce.

Day and night, the world of ours has ever been
Going ’round the sun,
Making all the storms of life and biting winds
Come full circle now.

Yet in this world there is a wind of change,
It comes to cause all things to rearrange.
It will come flying when the time is right-
To drive away the winds of strife.

Day and night, the world of ours has ever been
Going ’round the sun
Making all the storms of life and biting winds
Come full circle now.

Soon the raging winds will halt and cease
All the way beyond our range
It will come, this tender, fresh and warmer breeze
Called the wind of change…

Cherish each other&every moment that life gives you, and have a wonderful New Year!

Carpe Diem Haiku *Ulan-Ude*

As our Carpe Diem journey continues, the next stop is Ulan-Ude (Улан-Удэ), the capital of the Republic of Buryatia. It means we have a chance to celebrate New Year for the second time because it is the White Month in Buryatia. New Year there is celebrated also by the lunar calendar, next to the traditional New Year’ s Eve.

Time of Sagaalgan or Festival Of White Month varies, according to the solar calendar, but it always means a celebration that lasts whole month. There will be travelling from house to house to visit relatives, friends and neighbours, a special ritual of “burning sins” from the previous year, different ceremonies at local Buddhist temples, Shamanistic rituals, and appreciation of white food (any milk products and mutton) as a symbol of purity. Nowadays this holiday has become very popular and it is celebrated by all residents of Buryatia, regardless of their nationality and religion.

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beginning of road
old sins disappear in flames
spotless moon

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Carpe Diem Haiku Kai

Līgo Haibun Challenge – Promise Me Nothing

4157929_orig_1Photo by Ines Williamson

It was a choice between 2 photos on the Līgo Haibun Challenge this week. Since we have just stepped into a New Year, my preference happened naturally…

Walking from the old year into a new one is almost like a walk across a bridge. As short. Or as long. Full of hopes about what is waiting there, on the other side. Memories and thoughts about what has been left behind. A hinge of sadness, a sparkle of joy. Mind full of probabilities and possibilities. Or maybe empty. As empty as possible not to drag along the old negativity, offenses and quarrels. Not only ready once again to accept once the well – known things but also open for surprises. More peace and less fuss. Or the other way around. More smiles and less tears. The ones when heart is wrenching in sadness, not the ones of joy – there can never be too much of the latter ones. And promises. The ones I make to somebody else and the ones made to myself. Plenty of resolutions. About aiming higher, being better, reaching more. Wanting more. Deserving more? Why? Just because I am crossing the bridge? Because in a couple of seconds instead of “13” there is “14” in the numerals of the year? Was I so useless all 365 days before the 1st of January? Does the fact that year is changing really changes me, too? Who am I trying to fool?

There’ s a belief I have heard about. About crossing the bridge one never has before, wishing for something and it would come true. So, crossing this bridge I wish to promise myself nothing. Nothing but simply being myself – for better or for worse but to stay true to the way I am, what I believe in. Everything else? Changes will come, either I want it or not and, being myself, I will be able to face them. Like I always had to. Like I always have. More or less. Before and after every new bridge.

for better or worse
I promise myself nothing
year is still young

Līgo Haibun Challenge