Good Luck, a Pinch of Magic and Farewell January

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Saying White Rabbits, White Rabbits when you wake up on the first day of the month is supposed to give you good luck for the month. Susan Dromey Heeter says White Rabbit, White Rabbit, but believes that works too.


I muse joyfully today on not knowing, on living in the magical present, or celebrating the beauty of now, of today, of this very moment.

Let’s face it, January was long, was mundane, was heartbreaking, was grey and something akin to that moment when someone announces, “Okay, let’s start the meeting.”  You know it’s probably good for you, good to get some information, knowledge, but you’d really rather keep talking with your friends.

The magical present is talking with your friends, laughing, knowing the best part of any meeting, any obligation, are the moments before – when you’re giggling, trying to get the best seat, adjusting yourself for what comes next – generally boredom and heavy sighs.

Susan Dromey Heeter

As I write this, I gaze out into a backyard covered with snow – I can see two pool noodles randomly left in the back – as if to say, ‘Hey, you’ll use us once again – we promise!” But today, I won’t.  I’ll just think of the red of February and enjoy today, the first of the month.

I’ve already said my “White Rabbit, White Rabbit” – which, I firmly believe, gives me a special gift at the end of the month, luck perhaps, something glorious, perhaps simply another day to be present.

I’d forgotten to say “White Rabbit, White Rabbit” on the first of January and instead I said “Happy New Year” and forgot to implore the gods of fortune to watch over my January. Maybe that’s why January felt like 800 years, felt like it started during the ice age, felt like there was no good luck at the end.

But today, Joyful Musers, I implore you to celebrate the not knowing, the magical present, the today of possibilities. 

White Rabbit, White Rabbit.

Susan Dromey Heeter is a writer from Dover who recently let her hair go au natural white. Writing has been her passion since her English majoring days at the University of Massachusetts in Amherst.  Dromey Heeter has lived in The Netherlands, Alaska and currently basks in all things New England, including the frigid winters. An avid swimmer, Dromey Heeter’s great passion is to bring back body surfing as most children have no idea how to ride waves without ridiculous boogie boards.

The opinions expressed are those of the writer. takes no position on politics, but welcomes diverse opinions. email

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