Time to grow a new chamber

December 31, 2010

Feelings of nostalgia for the passing years and excitement for new beginnings are like tides that sweep our souls as the end of another year approaches.  While we want to celebrate good things that came into our lives or leave behind what has challenged us during the year, we feel a great urge to make things better, become better persons and live our dreams.  The transition to a new year is a very powerful moment because it is filled with positive energy, dreams and lots of new ideas. If we could only have access to a part of that positive energy and stick to our heartfelt dreams and act on our ideas during the whole year, I’m sure we could bring out our potential and live more fulfilling lives.  My new year wish for you is one of lasting positive energy and perseverance to realize your biggest dreams. Envision your dreams and ideas and do not ever lose sight of them during the whole year as you move forward.  Let bygones be bygones and don’t let the past haunt you.  As Holmes implies in his poem, The Chambered Nautilus, our goal is to leave the past behind, concentrate on building a better, more dignified future just like the nautilus shell that grows a new chamber “nobler than the last”.  All my best for a prosperous new year!

The Chambered Nautilus by Oliver Wendell Holmes

This is the ship of pearl, which, poets feign,
Sail the unshadowed main,–
The venturous bark that flings
On the sweet summer wind its purpled wings
In gulfs enchanted, where the Siren sings,
And coral reefs lie bare,
Where the cold sea-maids rise to sun their streaming hair.

Its webs of living gauze no more unfurl;
Wrecked is the ship of pearl!
And every chambered cell,
Where its dim dreaming life was wont to dwell,
As the frail tenant shaped his growing shell,
Before thee lies revealed,–
Its irised ceiling rent, its sunless crypt unsealed!

Year after year beheld the silent toil
That spread his lustrous coil;
Still, as the spiral grew,
He left the past year’s dwelling for the new,
Stole with soft step its shining archway through,
Built up its idle door,
Stretched in his last-found home, and knew the old no more.

Thanks for the heavenly message brought by thee,
Child of the wandering sea,
Cast from her lap, forlorn!
From thy dead lips a clearer note is born
Than ever Triton blew from wreathed horn;
While on mine ear it rings,
Through the deep caves of thought I hear a voice that sings:–

Build thee more stately mansions, O my soul,
As the swift seasons roll!
Leave thy low-vaulted past!
Let each new temple, nobler than the last,
Shut thee from heaven with a dome more vast,
Till thou at length art free,
Leaving thine outgrown shell by life’s unresting sea!


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