Consulting the Liminal: the Lost Meaning of January

Over the last few weeks I’ve questioned my New Year practices. I was once a New Years’ Enthusiast, eagerly awaiting the turn of the calendar page and all of the sequin-spangled opportunities it seemed to bring. But over the last few years my attitude has changed dramatically. January comes and I still feel consumed by winter, as deep in contemplation as the springtime blossoms hidden below ground. New…