Eleven and Beyond

11-11-11. Okay, I know. I’m jumping on the bandwagon, which is unusual for me. (Normally I’m trailing after another kind of wheeled cart involving beer.) However, I do believe that this is a momentous occasion for a variety of reasons, some not even woo-woo related.

For one thing, the combination above looks kinda cool. Ever catch the clock at 11:11? Better yet, did your heart skip a beat when the old-school digital timepieces (or car odometers for that matter) flipped their little flaps into single sticks? Then you know what I mean.

And then there’s the whole numerology romance with eleven as a master number symbolizing intuition and vision. The New Age websites are full of words like “vibration” and “rebirth.” Groups everywhere will be gathering for prayers, blessings, alignments and meditation. (There’s a global moment of silence at 11:11 a.m. going on.) After the horrendous news stories of the past few weeks, I’d settle for a little peace and quiet.

Which brings me to the habit in numerology of breaking numbers down by adding them together, like 11 as 1+1= 2. Twos invite companionship, unions and couples. Hence, the rash of weddings that will take place today. No doubt the bridal industry is grateful.

Along the lines of history, this numerological phenomenon coincides with Armistice, Remembrance and Veterans Day, not to mention the International Day of Peace. Merely coincidence? Perhaps not. If nothing else, this lucky number (at least in Blackjack) may cause buzzing humanity to pause in its building of worlds to note the passing of time and the power (creative or destructive) of our potential.

This is, after all, the dawning of the Age of Aquarius. We think.

Besides, I want to savor this moment before tackling the whole 12-12-12 debacle. Where are those Mayan mathematicians when you need ’em?

“Letting Go” of 2009

Letting Go #20

It’s time to release this year’s theme as the last strains of “Auld Lang Syne” fade from the atmosphere along with the champagne bubbles. My “nine” year draws to a close, finding me a lot lighter in material possessions, lonelier in the animal companion department, and about five pounds heavier in girth.

Unfortunately, holiday goodies called my name and I answered big time. Plus, before Christmas my husband found himself a local family-owned candy business that wants to adopt him (move over Russell Stover). Candy the size of your fist — yes, I exaggerate but their gargantuan cream-filled bonbons are the kind I remember from my youth — a full meal.

Yep, I’m teetering on the brink of my nine-month pregnancy weight, and I don’t like the looks of that at all. So, I know–I’LL GO ON A DIET FOR MY THEME NEXT YEAR!

Along with five billion other well-meaning stagnate souls? Sorry. Not going to happen.

Although I do wish to FEEL better in 2010, work on health issues and just get comfortable in my own skin. After all, I will be turning the big Half Century this coming year. The rest of my life looks like the giant jigsaw puzzle my family works on during holiday break at the dining room table.

At least my dining room table is clear enough to spread out a zillion pieces (thanks to Hoarders on A&E)!

As for 2010 and the numerology number 10, which represents completion, closure (and in a word, my husband) there is no way I’m even close to that level. I prefer the numerology version of addition known as 1 + 0 = 1. One is defined as willpower, optimism and energy.

Next year, I’m gonna need ‘em.

Happy New Year to you, all the same!

Oh, Nine!

This is a nine year for me. Don’t know if you’re into numerology, but nines are all about completion, transitioning into endings to start new beginnings (at least that’s my definition). I was born in ’60, which makes it very easy to remember how old I am (see last one or two digits of current year). And all the years ending in 9 have been big transitions for me–usually a physical move is somehow involved. With the present state of “real” estate, I don’t think that will be happening this year. This will be a move of the mind and spirit, a transition to a new phase of life for me. My one and only offspring heads away to college in the fall, and my husband and I will find ourselves existing as a “couple” again, whatever that means. I’ve forgotten. Most of our friends have younger children coming along, so we find ourselves premature empty-nesters. I’m not much for diaries, and my journals have been half-completed, non-productive affairs. Perhaps putting my thoughts out in cyperspace will give me some perspective (make that distance) in the coming months of 2009.