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.