In a couple hours it’ll officially be Christmas. Often I try to compose something of import around now (or Squirrels of deliberately no import). Alas, I have absolutely no words of wisdom (or humor) to offer this year. Some years the hustle of the holidays goes near frenetic. This year is different. At least for me. (If you’re enjoying the chaos, have at it.) Speaking for myself, I’ve chosen a quiet path. I’m exquisitely at peace. I have done nothing. No shopping. No bustling. No carols. No wrapping paper. No writing. No plans.
Just time spent with those I love, quietly absorbing the joy of the season while doing absolutely nothing exciting. To the extent I can, I’m radiating goodwill back, both to those close and the universe as a whole. Can you sense it?
I just stood outside in the near midnight chill. I was watching the snow. The clouds blocked my beloved night sky but I hardly cared. My only thought was how perfectly timed it is for the children who will see it at dawn. Christmas snow is the best snow. My dog obligingly did kinetic celebration on my behalf; rolling about in the stuff like a polar bear on crack. The night sky may be gloomy but is also perfect. In some ways the weather is always perfect. If there is a flaw in the weather, it is our reaction to it.
This has been a year of letting go. I’ve done so; with both grace and without. We are all human and endure the fits and starts times of stress bring to our attention. Part of letting go…and perhaps a wise choice on my part has been temporarily ignoring my little blog as necessary. Y’all accepted this with absolute patience, as if to remind me that people are pretty kind in general.
I wish you all a full measure of peace and joy. For now, the worries of tomorrow are to be put off until tomorrow. It not easy to think like that, but it is one of many keys to a life well lived. Merry Christmas.
Merry Christmas and Peace Be Upon you.
Very well said. Thank you.
Christmas blessings on you and your house, AC.
Merry Christmas, my friend. On to us a child was born….
Thank you for the perfect Christmas message! Merry Christmas to you and your loved ones as well.
Great wisdom. Sounds Minnesota-ish hillbilly. Yes, they exist. I met them at the local bar, very enlightening, AND entertaining. Spent two weeks at Camp Ripley in ’85 for Army, Cal. Guard winter survival school, got the “Way, way, way below 0 certificate (90 below chill factor, don’t remember actual temp).
Thanks for improving ambient goodness.
Tree Mike
Ha ha ha Minnesotans have some damn cold weather but hillbilly wisdom is probably planet wide. Sometimes when I’m watching Survival Russia on YouTube his friends will be having a fun family camping trip and I’ll think “Siberia hicks are just as fun as Kentucky hicks”. Something about salt of the earth I guess.
I’m a mere redneck, been training for 9 years to be a Tennessee hillbilly, if I fail, I retain my redneck status, no need to suicide out.
Fortunately, we’re blessed with MUCH salt-o-the-earth! We’ll need ’em when the Evil Phuquers are eliminated.
Tree Mike
Merry Christmas from one curmudgeon to another.
Have a New Year.
You too.