Days Five and Six of Winter

 

Day 5 is a beautiful winter themed mask. Out here I can probably wear it through March as there is no specific reference to a season. This may be the most comfortable mask I have and Meredith is going to send me the link to buy another as it looks like we will be masked for quite a while.

A FB question posted by a friend asked, "Will you wear a mask for the 100 days President Elect Biden is suggesting?" My answer: for as long as is necessary. I've been wearing a mask for months now. I think I can continue for more months. Much better a mask than a ventilator.

Day Six was a beautiful handmade snowflake, crocheted by Michelle. I have a number of smaller ones she made years ago that have hung on my tree for years. This one is larger and I call it my snowflake star. The top picture shows it up close, the bottom how it fits into the nativity that sits on our table. The tree is outside in our neighbor's yard. It fits right in, doesn't it? 

Once again the conversation is so important. It only takes as long as we want it to and is meaningful and deep even when we giggle and laugh and are silly.

Maybe I should tell you that this nativity was bought in the early 60's when the Civil Rights movement was just underway. It was carved in an artists collective by blacks in the South who finally said, we refuse to work for 25 cents a day. They set up this collective and made honest money from their artistic labors. I no longer remember in what state or how we knew to buy it. I only know we bought it as a way of supporting a cause we believed in. It has graced Christmas all these years.

Blessings during our Advent and Winter journey together. 

The Second Sunday in Advent

 

Finding the Quiet. Even during isolation and quarantine, there seems to be a lot going on, especially in our heads. Lots of thinking, wondering, worrying and just caring deeply about what is happening and if there is anything we can do about it. How in the midst of all this do we find quiet, peace, a time just to be?

I do meditate and sometimes that is just not possible. I know there are people for whom this is difficult. I also find that just a moment or two of quiet is very helpful. For instance, I'll be sitting on my bed, tying a shoe and I will just stop. Just stop. Sit very still and look out the window and breathe. I don't stay like that long. The other shoe needs to be tied and I need to get up and move ~ and for a moment there has been a quiet stillness in my soul. 

I tie the other shoe, or get up to start my day, just a little more centered, a little more grounded, a little more aware of the Divine.

We must find our quiet when and where we can and sometimes it is only a moment while tying a shoe. 

Days Three and Four of Winter

 On the third day of Winter, my family gave me . . . fudge. Oh yum!! 

 

Meredith's recipe. Michelle's cooking. Dark chocolate pecan fudge. Dean and I both went a little crazy. I cut us a small piece for dessert and he came back later looking like Oliver with his bowl of gruel: please, I need more. Heheheheh. It really is good. And so simple that I will make it soon. 

And on the 4th day of Winter, my family gave me . . . cookies: ginger and lemon with icing.

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I haven't tried the ginger yet. The lemon is wonderful. And best of all on any day is the conversation that goes with the unwrapping. Today, Meredith and David arrived home during our visit and David showed me around their Christmas decorations. These chats don't last long and they are precious and so special as we take just a moment each day to see each other and catch up briefly. The cookies and fudge will be eaten. Other gifts will be enjoyed for perhaps a longer time. And best of all will be the memories of moments together. Sometimes technology is a gift too. 

The Second Day of Winter

Today son-in-law Marc was a major part of the gift giving. He is a professional baker and so I received two gorgeously delicious heavily chocolate M&M cookies. Yum!!! They needed milk of course. I don't know if I am going to share or not. For now, they are rich enough that one a day will suffice. Oh my. So good. Such a treat ~ especially with the delightful family conversation that went along with the unwrapping and eating. 

Here on the corner of the table are gifts for Day 3 ~ 11. They arrived together snuggly packed in a small box. I look forward to opening each one ~ taking care to spend enough time enjoying each one for at least the 24 hours before the next one is unwrapped. And so nice to be able to say to the family, See you tomorrow! 

 

 

The First Day of Winter

On the first day of Winter, my daughters gave to me . . . a pear. 

Thus begins a three month journey through the minds and imaginations of my wonderful daughters. 

Emotionally I have had a rough time since the end of August - having nothing to do with COVID or my own health. Three people that I love dearly almost died. Three people I love dearly did die. Two dear friends of Dean whom I knew died. It seemed I shed a lot of tears of sadness and my daughters saw and recognized that. They decided to do something about it. 

Starting today (see #1) I have a present a day to open for three months - 90 days of winter to keep me entertained and happy in the midst of a cold quarantine. 

Part of the gift is that I call them each time I open the present of the day. We have a WhatsApp account for the three of us so a quick video chat works well. I already have a box that contains 10 more little gifts, wrapped with the number of the day included. Another will soon be on its way. 

When they told me the plan, I cried but this time they were tears of Joy and happiness. 

You may not have to see every little gift, but count on my sharing along the way. We are all very excited about this journey together and as I said to them after eating my pear today ~ see you tomorrow! 

 

The First Sunday in Advent

 

This year's decorations are minimal and as Meredith pointed out, it is my choice. If later I decide I want more decorations, I just get them out and add them. 

One thing that stays the same, however, is the Advent wreath. Simple, plain, and very meaningful.

Another standard is that I get out all my Christmas books so they are within easy reach to read once again. As I was looking at them this morning, I realized I know most of them by heart. There are short stories, full fledged novels, poetry and fun. I usually start with Sandra Boynton's Christmastime, and move on to Anne Perry's Christmas novels. The Grinch gets saved for Christmas Eve with my family. The point being, I suggest that you read something this season that you almost know by heart. It doesn't have to be a Christmas story. Just one that you have read often, that brings you pleasure, and will bring you comfort as you live into this beautiful, frustrating, odd, delightful, painful, hopeful season of the year. 

Blessings, my friends. 

Today I Wore Pearls

 

Today I wore pearls in honor of Ruth Bader Ginsburg.

In honor of RBG ~ and Democracy

 ~ and Lady Liberty, the words on your base are not forgotten

~ and Abigail Adams, who said, "Don't forget the ladies, John"

~ and all the Native American mothers who walked the trail of tears

~ and all the black mothers who hold their breaths until their sons return home safely

~ and all the women who marched, were jailed and force fed so that we could vote today

~ and Rosa Parks

~ and all the women who wear the title "the first woman to . . ."

~ and all the LBGTQ folks struggling to have the same rights as everyone else

~ and all the wives and mothers who bear the burden of having sons and daughters at war

~ and all those whose anger is fought against instead of being listened to as legitimate protest

~ and all those who have the courage to flee domestic violence

~ and all those who fight for justice whether in the streets, the courts, the home, or the government

~ and all our daughters whose strength and wisdom is just now rising to the fore.

Ruth Bader Ginsburg,

May her legacy be a blessing and a beacon to us all.