calendars

To know something about the life of others, look at their calendars.  I'm not speaking about content; the calendar is sufficient.  

Myself as example.  Growing up, all the calendars in our apartment were of the free religious genre, supplied by a funeral home (in truth, what better reminder could there be of the preciousness of each day?)  

Over the years, the themes of my calendars have been various religions and feminist and humorous.

But this year, none of them would satisfy.  I am weary of observing a particular year and numerous holidays that only remind me of what I don't believe.

So I found a blank calendar.  Really blank.  In its grid I can fill in my own days, dates, year, holidays.  If I wish, I can ignore weeks and months.  

How it's working:  Each week, as I fill in the days and date (I haven't been able to skip any so far, which says a lot), I must think:  What is my rhythm?  What is important?  Of what am I aware?

I haven't yet renamed the days or months, or filled in my own holy days.  

But this I know:  I am free -- not the calendar.

Candace