Nengajo, 2019


As I explained last year, the Japanese send New Year’s cards rather than Christmas cards this time of year. Since 2019 is the year of the Pig, many cards feature cute piggies on them.



2018 was the Year of the Dog


A family enjoying a hot spring soak

Sepia Saturday

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This week’s prompt introduced a new freedom in Sepia Saturday’s challenges. In light of the freedom to let our own inspiration guide us, I’ve decided to post vintage New Year’s cards. As I’ve said before I find old greeting cards charming and welcome any excuse to find and share them.

So I offer these while wishing all readers a New Year filled with blessings, grace and mercy. (I’ve borrowed the last two wishes from my friend Spurgeon.)


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Word of 2013: Write

This is the Day is a radio show on Moody Radio that I sometimes listen to. As the New Year approaches they’re encouraging listeners not to come up with a resolution, since most people don’t live up to resolutions, but to choose a word to “live into.” Today listeners called in and shared their words. A few words were: trust, discipline, repent, pray, stop, peace and promise. There’s a website dedicated to this One Word approach to New Years.

My word’s going to be: Write. I have a few unfinished projects that need time. It’s so easy to do everything else on a To Do list and let my writing slide. Magic elves are not going to finish my book or script. I’m starting today and will have time this break to move ahead with these projects. The trick is not adding other projects that allow me to avoid writing.

I like this one word idea as one word can help people change in many areas of their lives, while still maintaining a focus. If you sign up on the One Word website, you can check a box that triggers a regular accountability program via email.

What do I have to lose?

What would your word be?

Poem of the Week

New Year Resolve

by May Sarton

The time has come
To stop allowing the clutter
To clutter my mind
Like dirty snow,
Shove it off and find
Clear time, clear water.

Time for a change,
Let silence in like a cat
Who has sat at my door
Neither wild nor strange
Hoping for food from my store
And shivering on the mat.

Let silence in.
She will rarely speak or mew,
She will sleep on my bed
And all I have ever been
Either false or true
Will live again in my head.

For it is now or not
As old age silts the stream,
To shove away the clutter,
To untie every knot,
To take the time to dream,
To come back to still water.