Christmas seems to have a rhythm all its own at our house. Some things are always a must have where worlds collide, and other spaces are simple little moments that tell a festive story that means the most to me. Spaces that are small, yet make a statement. The spaces that give comfort and solitude.
I would love to add an area with a card table that also works as a grazing table. A place away from the noise (if need be) where one, or two could work on a puzzle while snacking and reflecting. Or simply sit with a hot beverage and peer out the window watching the snow fall. I could probably make that happen if I put my mind to it. As Dennis says, "You'll figure it out." My only problem would be getting the weather to cooperate with me. Proof I'm not as powerful as I'd like to think.
Set the stage. Enjoy the process of creating an atmosphere that gives lasting joy, here, in the natural realm of things. It's a start...
Dennis says strong women are scary. Of course he is only joking. I think. But...he's not wrong. We are a race of determined, accomplishment driven women, that causes the masses to take a slow, cautionary step back. And we love it. *wink *wink. It's also the reason we need to stop and breathe deep and exhale slowly from time to time. There's a couple of results that come from that. One is to release all we've been carrying. The other will help us muster the strength...the focus, to move forward with what's next. It's when we forget to exhale properly that the strange, the unexpected happens. Can you relate?
Christmas does have a way of finding more gumption coming from me than any other time of the year. My body tires, but my spirit soars. And I enjoy every moment, because mid-January comes too quickly. Maybe the brutal removal of a clock with numbers having their own space on a wall slowed my roll a bit this year, but it's all good. Repairs are only a few days away.
I can tell you, though, there is one little disappointment that I have tried to accommodate for since moving from the midwest where snow was a given for Christmas. I do miss our Oklahoma fireplace with its warmth that wrapped us up like a cozy blanket as soon as we stepped inside. There is no warmth quite as comforting as a wood burning fireplace as one enters it's atmosphere when coming in from the freezing temps of a full on white-out blizzard that numbs the toes and fingers.
My prayer for you this Christmas season is that you will be swept up in the magic that Christmas offers. Snow, or no snow. I pray that your hearts and minds will be at peace because of the gift we all received some 2000 years ago in the form of a baby boy sent for the purpose of connecting us back with the Father of life. Connecting us back to home.
May this season of lights bring great comfort and joy as your spirit soars with the knowledge that all things are possible when the only true God of life and creation is your guide.
Love on those who will allow it, smile at those who won't. Make lots of cookies and serve them fresh from the oven. The moments of life pass more quickly than we realize.
Enjoy the sights and sounds...feel the warmth they bring.
And remember, as always, here you will find me...in Mary's World.
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