How did you wake up this morning? Elated? Deflated?
Most of us are mature and experienced enough to exercise caution when it comes to the holidays. We know the pitfalls – be they social and familial or social and ingestible – and we prep our minds, if not our bodies, for them. We know not to expect too much. We don’t want to be disappointed in the holidays; we just want to survive the holidays. It really came as no surprise to me that it took an extra two hours of dozing and subconscious working through of issues – both psychological and nutritional—Followed by the writing of five pages in my journal, to be ready to meet this day after Christmas. The big revelation, however, is that there exists a holiday backlash – be your holidays good or bad! It takes just as much emotional energy to process the good that exceeds our expectations, as it does to process disappointments. I am an old and cracked vessel and must be careful not to burst in the ferment of JOY and WONDER. I have had a good life, of late, and it is almost more than I can bear. Happy Day After Christmas to you!
A Heart Felt Merry Christmas from Me to You!
If you want this to be a sound card, press the play button. (never mind, I did not upgrade nor find an alternative way to send the music)
Three of my most favorite people in the world.
And, a Chapter of my newest book in print, The Pancake Cat https://www2.xlibris.com/bookstore/search.aspx?q=The+Pancake+Cat&x=32&y=8
I know now why deer do that little sideways hop. I did it myself this afternoon in the sun and the snow out along the ridge. What a luxury to be free and out walking in the full sun just before it nodded in the west. The foot of snow we got last week has diminished and receded from the large boulders in sculpted, bevel-edged swoops and hollows; but the crackling fog cloud of this morning built long, sparkling, luxurious crystals on all the remaining snow drifts. Mud is scarce and the snow delightfully squishy and plentiful. My booted feet craved to burrow in the crunchy snow dunes with the same motion used bare in the Pacific beach sands way back in summer. My gloved hands irresistibly, ravenously, reached toward the untouched, minute shards of ice. This is material, tangible, hunger and desire at its best, for its fulfillment is abundant and freely had- a daily gift from the creator. Oh, the delicious out of doors and sunshine!
Putting One Foot in Front of the Other, Hiking for Life!
How did you wake up this morning? Elated? Deflated?
