May your walls know joy, may every room hold laughter, and every window open to great possibility
— Mary Anne Radmacher
Perhaps it’s the age thing…or maybe that I’ve been faithful with Andy and Headspace for 63 days straight, and counting, but since Thanksgiving weekend I’ve been playing Christmas music…non-stop…even when working out.
Oh come on, you can say it: That is weird!
“Silent Night” and a myriad of variations of “Jingle Bells”…while lifting weights? Yes…weird.
Oh, but how magical these past weeks have been! I feel like the kid I should have been allowed to be all those years ago.
Better late than never, wouldn’t you agree?!
So, Thanksgiving weekend had us in the scenic Blue Ridge mountains attending a blast of a wedding. Specifically, Asheville, NC., an off-beat college town nestled in the mountains between the confluence of the French Broad and Swannanoa rivers. On the heels of a weekend full of wedding festivities our spirits were high during our long drive home. Though the skies were winter-weary gray and the chill in the air was enough to warrant bun-warmers on full blast in the car, the seven hour drive had me singing to the sounds of the seasons nearly the entire way home. Curiously, all these weeks later I still am not jingle-belled out. Even through all the rather
silly insanely stupid controversy over “Baby It’s Cold Outside” I sing (and dance myself silly) whenever, wherever I can.
The year is quickly drawing to a close and as some folks have noted, it’s been not altogether blissful, but more of a Topsy-turvy, roller-coaster kind of a ride. I’ve no idea what 2019 will bring and honestly, I’m not even thinking of it… much. A marked departure from my usual process.
I’m simply enjoying the here and now..the comfort and joy and, yes, even tear-filled moments…
…like holding my children’s first Christmas ornaments close to my heart before gingerly hanging them on the tree…
…or handing a $20 bill to a homeless guy in a wheelchair: “God bless you,” he said. “No…God bless you,” I replied.
There has been Pizzelle making with my nephew as well as our first Christmas shopping experience together–sans his parents….
…and watching Rocket-man string up lights outside and marveling together, his hand warming mine, how beautiful and festive everything looks in our neighborhood.
…And, like this morning, impromptu coffee dates with my sister. Even beaver sightings during daily walks in the woods with The Poodle– hands freezing and cheeks too…I’m treasuring every moment, uncharacteristically full of hope and wonder for the season, and all the seasons to come… willing my spirits high even when a less than blissful memory threatens to break the spell of it all.
Though we have yet to bake sheets of cookies (it’s on the list this week) perhaps best of all has been Hallmark Christmas Movies with my Poodle-Love snoozing on my lap. Judge not peeps; I’ll happily admit to this indulgence. Though formulaic and fantastical, it’s a wholesome escape from the insanity of headline news.
So, before the rest of the week gets away from me…and I trust that it will…let me take this moment to wish you and yours days upon days filled with comfort and endless joy.
Oh, and one more thing….spread your bliss whenever and wherever you can!