This is, of course, not everyone’s New Year. The Chinese New Year is in February, the Jewish and Celtic new years are in the fall. On the old calendar, April First was New Year’s Day, at least in what is present day France. There is a new school year every fall for those who are students or teachers. The nine month academic year at Clemson University, where I taught for 50 years, began on August 15th, so one August 14th I had a New Year’s Eve party.. For each of us we can observe a personal new year on the day after our birthday. Since I was born on June 30th, every July 1st is truly the first day of the rest of my life but also of my life-year.
Western culture’s choice of a New Year falls at the start of the month named for the Roman God of doorways (Janus). He has two faces, one facing in, one facing out, of forward and backward if you prefer. It is a time of starting over. An odd assortment of events and celebrations marks this late point in the solstice season—football, New York ball drop, parties, resolutions, fireworks, and in the south, eating fatback, collard greens and black-eyed peas. I did that once. Not my favorite menu, but supposedly they will bring abundance and wealth in the year to come.
Here is a poem for this holiday
The morning light comes sooner now
We wake in hope to a new year.
Janus the two-faced God
Invites us to look back
But also forward, a fresh start.
We try, succeed, or fail
And try again.
These turning points in the heavens
Remind us to be mindful,
To pay attention to our lives
To savor joy, to grieve enough,
To let the dead past bury I dead.
And rise this New Year’s morning
To embrace life again.
