Every morning I tumble out of bed, my hair askew and my head unclear. I’m summoned awake, not by an alarm clock or the percolating of an instant coffee maker. Rather, I’m brought to my senses by the scratching on my door from a five-month old puppy named Lucky.

Lucky doesn’t wear a digital watch, nor could he care less about the world’s Standard Median of Time. His stomach serves him well, thank you very much, for alerting him as to the most important activities of the day. This list starts with “food,” ends with “food,” and provides “food instructions” in-between. His firm belief is that the words “dog” and “food” are an oxymoron, although he’ll suffer through a bowl of dog food from The Mother. Real food is served after his “brother” Gabriel, the twelve-year-old, wakes up.

There’s not a twelve-year-old boy in the world that can resist the big brown eyes of a dog staring at a bagel.

Lucky can afford a sense of morning anticipation because he has hope. He has hope because his needs have been delivered day after day. The times he’s been denied a bite of steak, the slip of an apple crumble? He quickly dismisses these anomalies in favor of morsels to come. Point blank, he knows he’ll be fed. He also knows that the day will afford plenty of opportunities to steal, if not earn, a few extra tidbits of love along the way.

A New Space of Hope

We all look to each New Year with a heart of hope. Why do we do this? I believe that it is human nature, to know that the new eliminates the old, creating an empty space waiting to be filled. Like children, we collect our treasures from the past, secreting them in the pockets of our memory, and look to the horizon for adventure. The only problem is that the past follows us into the future.

There isn’t a resolution in the world that can wipe out our past.

I suggest that we don’t need to leave our pasts behind. Ideas like karma and original sin have been twisted over time to make us dread what has been and yearn overmuch for what could be.

One interpretation of karma is the effect of our past actions. We can already see that finger shaking at us, an “uh oh” forming in our minds. Original sin decrees that our parents’ parents’ negative behaviors, all the way back, are heaped upon us in such a way we’ll struggle with them forever. Put karma together with original sin, and there’s not much hope for luck in the morning — not many reasons to get out of bed.

EXCEPT that karma is REALLY the fruit of our learning, and who doesn’t want to step forward in time, a path appearing miraculously underfoot, with the gifts, teachings, and wisdom of the past? Original sin REALLY speaks to the interconnectedness with history, the lineage of souls that have walked this earth before us. If we go back far enough, we’ll discover we are related to everyone and in fact, everything. That is a lot of accumulated knowledge to draw from.

Celebrating a New Year’s Wish

Lucky knows he will be fed because he has always been fed — and then some. What do we know as true? As trite as it sounds, we trust that the sun will rise, even if from behind the clouds. We have faith in the moon’s progression of change and know that there will be goodness, because no matter the storms of life, there has also been love. Luck is simply the acceptance of life’s sweet tidings that grow in breadth and depth when recognized and celebrated.

Each New Year is also an Old Year, a Lucky Year, a Celebrated Year, and a Joyous Year. May each of your New Years be lucky in love, prosperity, abundance, health, and wealth, and even more important, the recognition of meaning in your life.

Every little thing can bring fulfillment, even the bite of someone else’s bagel in the morning. All of life is luscious, even if we have to wait a little for the good stuff sometimes.