Fare thee well 2020, fairer still 2021

I started writing something about the new year and then just deleted it because in all honesty, I’m not very inspired right now. I hate writing when I am uninspired, and I even dislike reading any of my previous entries on this blog when I am feeling this way. I was so excited about the new decade we were entering last year, but after the year actually commenced, I am so uncertain as to what to expect anymore.

Anyway, I was looking back on the year in my photos and videos and put together a little collage of the things I liked best about the year. That’s about as creative as I can be right now, so for the time being, I’ll just continue to enjoy all of your creativity.

In any case, happy new year my friends.

Author: ebonyandcrows

Hello and welcome to my page~ My name is Larisa--a very common Slavic name that was either derived from the Latin word hilaris, meaning "cheerful," or from the Greek city of Larissa, meaning "strong fortress." Born in Ukraine, I emigrated with my family to America when I was still a small child and now make my home in the beautiful Pacific Northwest. Growing up immersed in two vastly differing cultures led me to have a burning curiosity about people all over the world. Stemming from said curiosity, I have fallen in love with traveling to other countries, meeting new people and delving into their culture, exploring new cities, and of course, dining on the local cuisine! If I cannot escape into a different country, then my next favorite method of adventure is to lose myself in a spectacular book. I enjoy books of all genres--from fiction and novels, to biographies and ethnographies. As long as it captures my fancy and holds me spellbound the entire time, I will burn through the book like a forest fire! Because of this penchant for reading and travel, coupled with my love of deep and mysterious things, I have been often called a dreamer and I find the title suits me. With that being said, I invite you to stay a while, perhaps make yourself a cup of tea and linger through my posts and feel free to comment or share a thought :-)

40 thoughts on “Fare thee well 2020, fairer still 2021”

      1. I only knew one other Larissa in my life- in a Drama class I took back in High School.

        And of course since she spelled Larissa with two “ss”, that’s why I spelled yours with two in a few blog posts comment section after the blog post comment section where you mentioned your name was Larisa.

        I knew your name was Larisa but I forgot the way you spelled it.

        So I spelled it the way the Larissa in my Drama class spelled it.

        I remember that Larissa played Thisbe in a production of Pyramus and Thisbe (the play within a play in Shakespeare’s A Midsummer’s Night’s Dream) and my friend Sterling played Pyramus.

        And I played a wall. 😂

        The wall that separated the two lovers in the play.

        So that was the height of my dramatic acting career in public on the stage that year- playing a wall. 😂

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        1. Your second paragraph in this comment made me laugh out loud 😂 Thank you for the extraordinary attention to detail, and the infinite patience it took to painstakingly write it all out 😂 This is why I love your sense of humor. Renfield R. Renfield concurs emphatically, I imagine.

          I begrudge that extra s that people put in my name, but I don’t begrudge you that common mistake. It’s due to the Slavic spelling of my name. In Russian/Ukrainian, we rarely have double letters, and everyone’s name is always spelled with one letter of each sound that it makes. Hence, why my name is spelled with one s—it is spelled with one s on my Ukrainian birth certificate in the Cyrillic alphabet. So there you have it.

          That is a very specific memory that you have tied to that name, but I can understand why it stuck, having been made to play a wall 🤨

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          1. I’ll have to remember that about no double letters among Russian and Ukrainian people.

            Growing up, I did have a number of Ukrainian Canadian friends in the Edmonton area of the northern part of the Canadian province of Alberta where I was raised.

            And I guess they probably didn’t have a double letter in their names but I didn’t really pay much attention at that time.

            Quite a large number of Ukrainians settled in nothern Alberta.

            In southern Alberta where I currently live (in the city of Calgary), there wasn’t much Ukrainian settlement.

            I was told by my Ukrainian friends that the reason for that was northern Alberta more resembled the terrain of their ancestral Ukrainian homeland whereas southern Alberta did not.

            There were a few Russian settlers who settled in northern Alberta but primarily in the regions of the towns of Athabasca and Smoky Lake whereas Ukrainian settlers settled all over the northern part of Alberta.

            Well now that I’ve given you that History lesson (you can probably tell that my dad was a History teacher which he was. He taught both History and Science in the Alberta Public School System), I’m glad you enjoy my character of Renfield R. Renfield and his sense of humour. 😀

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            1. Very interesting indeed! I know a few Russian/Ukrainian Canadians, but myself have not had an opportunity to travel to much of Canada. Usually, we just take the ferry to Victoria. Such a beautiful route along the water.

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  1. Sending you my fiercest love, Larisa.

    On New Years Day and every day, of every year. The uncertainty and trepidation is so palpable for so many of us. Our parents, our grandparents aren’t even fully sure how to guide us through the medical and societal collapse encapsulating us. They’ve never experienced something like this, something of this magnitude, and in the internet age, to boot. They can speak to and glean wisdom from from the tragedies tragedies and triumphs that came before us. But this is a new, unique beast.

    Needless to say, I share in your consumptive ennui and can only sincerely describe my emotional landscape as… a disillusioned one.

    Never was it more apparent to me that this country is drowning in slow motion under the weight of its own hypocrisy than when watching the empty, somber NYE New Years telecast from Times Square. My God… It was an absolute dystopian nightmare from which I have yet to wholly recover my equilibrium. It made me question my trust that reality, itself, is not slowly imploding. 👀

    But though we enter a new decade disoriented together and we shrink for inspiration together – just remember this:

    After times of great strife are periods of immense creativity, freedom and bliss. We are heading (eventually) into our generations very own Renaissance period, our version of the roaring 20’s. Energized by the ability to breathe a little easier. The excitement, the liberation. Such joy felt in those small things we once took so for granted. Holding hands, gathering to pray, making love to strangers and dancing in the rain.

    Soon, my dearest darlingest one. And just think how inspired we’ll be, then. Inspired, together. 🦊🌙😘

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    1. Dearest April,

      You have put this so brilliantly, as always! You summed up many of the things I was starting to write about—I had actually typed out a few thoughts about how our ancestors dealt with their tragedies in comparison to how we have met them in our internet age and how perhaps it has felt like more of a shared experience/tragedy to us. I kept writing different thoughts and then would just fall into silence. I felt like I had all of these things to say, and yet nothing at all. You put the words right into that depleted space.

      I, too, am sending you the fiercest love. You burn so brightly, you fairly crackle with the electricity of that radiance. I have every confidence that you will obtain everything you set your heart on because that is just the nature of who you are. I’ll be happy to just soak up some of your shadows.

      🗝♥️📝🦊

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      1. Not long ago I wrote the actual line “I have so much to say that I can say nothing at all….” so your stop-start writing and the feelings you’re expressing resonate within my very being.

        You flatter me to the point of disorientation and I love you for it. Let us thrive, this year. Let us be dizzy again. 🌛✨

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    1. Thank you Simon! 2020 will be a year I will forever remember because of how intricately wrapped the good was with the bad. I actually had so many cool experiences, and sometimes I wonder if the awfulness and uncertainty only served to make the good things that much better. Wishing you a kinder 2021 ⛅️

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  2. I feel bereft of ideas, too. What to write??? Your collage was very uplifting! I found myself smiling throughout the video. Happy New Year, Larisa! I hope that 2021 brings you happiness. ❤

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    1. Yayyyy!!! I’m happy you were able to enjoy it that way ☺️ It was uplifting to me too, tbh. I’m more and more convinced that we can still make beautiful things even amidst tragedies, and in fact, it is imperative that we create beautiful moments when hardships hit. Most of those beautiful moments center around just being around people you love and spending time with them, regardless of what you’re doing. (I find that games are always a good idea—card games, board games, anything.) I hope 2021 does the same for you, R ♥️

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                    1. Lol!! Rob, I’m saying that tongue in cheek (even though it’s true) because mancala doesn’t require even a fraction of what chess requires to play. Our math teacher held mancala tournaments. He, and one other math professor in college, were the only two people who ever made math fun and understandable.

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                    2. I bet it does take skill, since your math teacher played it, and chess is also related to math. So there! No, my comment wasn’t tongue in cheek, that makes drinking wine much more difficult. 😉

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  3. Happy New Year, Larisa. I understand your feeling uninspired. The year turned, but nothing’s really settled. The pandemic, the vaccine. Now I’m writing on the sixth, and there has been some kind of invasion of the Capitol. I imagine it will give out, but for now I’m not sure where we are. More importantly, your life has its own challenges, no doubt. I think it’s smart that you don’t want to write uninspired work. But I hope you get back to writing what sits well with you, because your voice is clear and authentic.

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    1. Thank you so much! Happy new year to you too! I appreciate what you said about my writing being authentic, I always just want to get my feelings across and nothing more. Everything that’s happening now is…let’s just say I’d like for the carefree and easy times of the 90’s to come back 😩

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