If one looks up the word “calendar” in Webster’s dictionary, it points out that calendars are “systems of reckoning time, esp. with reference to the beginning, length, and divisions of the year.”  The Gregorian calendar (the reformed Julian calendar), which begins on January 1st, is made up of 365 days except in a leap year when there are 366 days.  Other calendars include: the Chinese, the Hindu, the Jewish, and the Muslim.

For many people, a New Year beckons/requires vows/promises to change certain behaviors or follow certain dietary rules.  For others, the New Year means parties.  A New Year offers hope that the New Year will be (more?) positive.

This past year has been difficult/stressful as far as government politics.  I et al hope that the New Year is kinder and more considerate of everyday humans, not just the wealthy and/or powerful. Hope for a conscience toward others.

“Conscience and Remorse” (Paul Laurence Dunbar, 1872-1906; African American, poet and writer)
“Good-Bye,” I said to my conscience–
     Good-bye for aye and aye,”
And I put her hands off harshly,
And turned my face away;
And conscience smitten sorely
Returned not from that day.
But a time came when my spirit
     Grew weary of its pace;
And I cried: Come back, my conscience;
I long to see thy face.”  
But conscience cried: “I cannot;
Remorse sits in my place.”

I was relieved that the majority of United Nations members voted against Jerusalem’s becoming the capital of Israel. Their vote showed an awareness of potentially adverse consequences worldwide if the U.N. had approved. Who can say if the consciences of the members played a part in their opposing vote, but certainly they showed courage to vote in contradiction to Trump’s orders for approval and his threats of reprisals against the countries of U.N. members who did not approve.

Remorse can sit in anyone’s place.