| Angie Counios
The picture in this blog post is of a Vasilopita, a bread type cake with a coin in it. It's a Greek New Year's Eve tradition I grew up with and have carried on in my home.
The cake is cut into equal pieces: one for God, for the home, for work and then for everyone at the table.
As a kid I have this memory of clawing my way through a my piece of Vasilopita like a starved mouse just to get to the coin. The plate was often left a pile of crumbs and if I ended up with the coin (often just a quarter) under the pile of cake crumbs it was like an Olympic gold!
Good fortune would rain down upon me for the next 365 days!
As a kid, I saw what happened in life as luck.
As an adult, I see it all as blessings.
I think about the fact that I have money to buy the ingredients to make the cake. I have a warm house and an oven that works to cook it. I have people to share it with. Blessed.
This year has been excellent.
I traveled, swam with whales, saw polar bears, had a picnic at the National Mall in Washington D.C., finally saw the Ink Pots in Banff. I have a great writing partner. I had the blessing of seeing Along Comes a Wolfe in Chapters Indigo on the New and Hot Fiction section. Blessed.
I completed 48 tasks of giving and getting and gratitude.
I live in a country and city where I don't feel afraid or unsafe. Blessed
I am healthy. I am happy. And I live with generous, daily serving of gratitude.
So what some people call luck I think I call blessing. But then again toma-tow, to-mah-tow!
Happy New Year! May 2017 be full of blessings.
(2016 was a very good year and I can't recall where the coin ended up last year.)