Even as the tableaux produces a pang about Noreen (she was rapidly declining this time last year), the simplicity pleases.
A worn wooden floor. An exalted weed. A textured bowl crafted by a friend, lively in its imperfection.
I do not know which to prefer, / The beauty of inflections / Or the beauty of innuendoes, / The blackbird whistling / Or just after.
may 2020 bring clear vision for our beautiful broken world!
Well and if it does, Mo, it will be in no small part because of your powerfully loving and generous spirit.
Happy 20 20 to you Dee. I am still enjoying the tree. Not taking it down until the 6th. Parting will be such sweet sorrow.
And enjoy! I wish we had some of your snow!
Ah Dee, Happy New Year to you all…and I’m with you, it got to the point where I couldn’t wait to pack the holiday stuff back up. For me it was part clutter (actual and visual) clearing and just ready to get on with the New Year, which always holds promise, even if we know better. Now I do none of that as my home has changed so greatly…just J. and I, no children and it is not our holiday. I’ve thoughtfully given away or just ditched all of my ornaments (except one) and even J. nameless stocking went to my great niece. i do rather like it this way for now. I will watch as you and your years change. Love to you. xo
This has been a year of great shedding and transformation for you. As challenging as it was, a part of me
Looked on with envy.
Yeah, I get that Dee. xo
I, too, feel the weight of stuff more every year. Getting it out, setting it up, keeping it tidy and then putting it all away. The enjoyment is leaking out of the whole proposition, which makes me sad. I remember so clearly the excitement and anticipation of Christmas when I was a child, and the pleasure of making Christmas for my boys. I seem to be running out of steam.
I would’ve thought that maybe the addition of a grandchild would renew some of the pleasure? We simply have too much stuff. In almost every department but most certainly in the Christmas department.
how many holiday things remind us of those no longer here … so freighted with memory … haunted even, but also prompting stories and laughter … and best, sometimes, insight … only to be put away, out of sight, the better to move on into the new year and light
And I will disagree with an earlier comment of yours about “knowing better.” The sense of beginning is not all illusion. Or at least I hope it’s not. Here we are. Looking out at such disarray (I speak now of our world and not our things), with a sense of moving forward. I hope we all have the strength to meet the challenges coming this year. They will be big ones.
Tiny living brought me Christmas in a single tote but filled with the favorites of treasures, pieces with a story. While often just two of us now my holidays are the clippings of some pine, a few lights and holiday treats. But honestly turning over the calendar always brings excitement of the mystery to come. An opportunity to try new things. I become more alive. Even with a monumental year coming in our political landscape, it’s unsettling and I’m grasping for hope! Perhaps we should begin making hearts! 💖💜♥️
Grasping for hope is one of the most
powerful acts we can make, especially
In the collective. We must do better. Must
Fear is rational but does not get us out of our chairs. So hearts? And where
To send them? Any ideas?