Back in January, I set out my seventh annual list of New Year’s resolutions for 2025, and in accord with my own tradition, here’s my assessment of how well I did keeping them.
A winter night’s grace.
Last night at dinner, I felt a twinge of emotion spring into my throat. It caught me by surprise, not that it shouldn’t have: we were sitting down to Sunday supper around the table, each of the children lighting the candles of the wreath the fourth week of Advent, our plates piled high with steaming-hot food on the darkest evening of the year.
Our anniversary.
It’s been too long now for me to remember with any accuracy whether we thought much about the symbolism of getting married on the winter solstice. Rather, I suspect we chose the date because it was a Saturday. That it happened to fall on the 21st was lovely enough–we first started dating on a 21st, and my birthday is on a 21st. Kelly, a young teacher, and I, a poor college student, both knew we’d have winter break to count on for time off from work. The church was available–and, importantly for a budget wedding, already decorated. So it was that we spoke our vows to each other four days before Christmas.
A few weeks ago, I finally watched the HBO/Max series Station Eleven, which is based on the novel of the same name by Emily St. John Mandel. I first read the book ten years ago, just after it was published, and it has quickly become one of my favorite fiction novels.
The story follows an assembly of characters in the wake of a global pandemic that spares only one in every thousand people. Mandel begins the novel in the middle of the virus outbreak; we watch as characters realize with disbelief the scale and ruthless nature of the Georgian flu that besets the world–and soon claims many in the novel’s opening pages.
Then the novel leaps fifteen years into the future. Civilization as we know it has collapsed. There’s no more electricity, no more law or order, no more government–no more nations, anywhere. There are only the scattered survivors who adapted to this new way, mostly by living like those from pre-industrial revolution history.