I completed day 8 of the master cleanse. 2 more days--piece of cake considering. Then gentle transitioning into healthy food and 2017 celebration!
G. is coming home tomorrow from the East Coast and I can’t wait to cuddle with him. It was nice taking time for myself, nourishing myself and pampering but I am ready for our adventures in the new year to begin. I am not sure how we’re spending New Year’s Eve yet but I am hoping we will go to a yoga class, relax, and then dance the night away, by the beautiful ocean in Waikiki.
A quick Wikipedia search reveals that celebration of new year's eve is quite recent, dating to the end of 19th/early 20th century, first in the affluent strata then with everybody’s participation. Growing up I knew it as “Sylwester”, a vigil honoring a pope’s name day. One my earliest memories was eating a lot of candy while watching historical trilogy and vowing to give up sugar at midnight. The TV counted was not dramatic, not then. No ball dropping like in TImes Square but a quiet welcome. In my 16 years on my street, I never heard fireworks. Actually, I had never seen fireworks until my first Fourth of July in Santa Cruz.
I spoke with a massage therapist today, a choir member and a fellow transplant from the mainland. His plans were a quiet night in Lanikai, away from the fanfare. I understood the sentiment but I am excited to do the polar opposite: music and child-like play of happiness. And of course I want to be with G. in Waikiki, a place where I fell in love and that is a center of my everything, a place I have not seen in over a week, meditating in sleepier Kailua. But first couple more days of cleansing in preparation.