Bye Bye 2013, with gratitude and love xo

In the spirit of saying goodbye and thanks to 2013 and in preparation for 2014, I give you, the first annual

Honey Drip Awards of Sweetness.

Criteria:  Really extra-ordinarily simple

1. Direct experience – I had to be involved somehow
2. Indirect experience – I had to feel something about it
3. Random input – I feel like including it because it deserves to be mentioned.

Points/Rating System*:  Again, I like to keep things simple, so each entry (submitted by me) will have been judged by a panel (consisting of me and my feelings) and awarded points (arbitrarily assigned by me) based on three things:  1.  How did I like it?  2.  How did I feel about it?  3.  Lasting impact i.e. I’m still feeling it a) not at all; b) somewhat; c) sort of a little; d) someLOTS

*Fine print about the PRS:  I use the totally scientific method of taking really big numbers and input them into a fake algorithm quantum physics gut feeling simulator resulting in an impressively incomprehensible calculation that I translate into honey drips.  The stickier the honey drip, the higher the likelihood of winning in a particular category. 

Categories:

This was a wee bit of a challenge, because I wasn’t sure how to organise them all so I’ve kept it simple (running theme):

Things I Read; Things I saw; Things I listened to; Things I did that Stretched Me; Places I Went; Things I Want to Include

So, without further ado, on this December 31^st, the last day of 2013, I give you with much fanfare and with great joy, the much anticipated Honey Drip Awards of Sweetness

Don’t close the door on 2013 just yet!

Ah November.  The days are getting shorter, the nights are getting longer.  Here in Calgary the temperatures are also dropping and the scratch scratch scratch of ice scrapers on car windshields is a more familiar morning tune than the long gone song birds.

November.  Some argue that it isn’t April that is the cruellest month, but November.

T.S. Elliot calls it “sombre November”

Sir Walter Scott describes the “November’s sky is chill and drear.”

To Emily Dickinson, “November always seemed to [be] the Norway of the year.”

Thomas Hood just says No!

No warmth, no cheerfulness, no healthful ease,
No comfortable feel in any member –
No shade, no shine, no butterflies, no bees,
No fruits, no flowers, no leaves, no birds –
November!

Geez … doesn’t exactly lend itself to inspiration, does it?