I was afraid to take a picture of the Christmas tree this year. I was dizzy over the excess it represented, and at the same time the excessive love behind the gifts spilling out from underneath. It’s a familiar paradox.
When does too much become in actuality, too much?
I asked Tall Guy if we should consider reinstating a celebration of the 12 days of Christmas. Spread things out a little and let the joy linger. Living in the land of hustle and hurry, we have no idea how to let anything linger. I’ve heard it said a million times in recent days, and my voice among the many, “where did this year go?”
………
This is what the holidays do. What any break from the norm does. Gives one time to think. And thinking begets questions.
This can be good. It can also be undoing.
One thread gives and the whole sweater unravels. Rather quickly, it seems. Because the answers never come as quickly as the questions.
So, this has been my holiday break. Thoughts beginning like a packed handful of snow, just a fistful…
But then there’s this thing about snowballs: they grow.
New Year’s is here! And with it, I catch a glimpse of something fresh and new and now my mind is whirling like curly confetti. The possibilities resound like a thousand kazoos. The words swirl and fall.
Re-assess.
Re-evaluate.
Re-solve.
Re-create.
It’s not finalized, but I can give you a sneak peek...
And I can promise that wherever this year takes us, there is art to make and beauty to capture and thoughts to spill out and soul to lay bare.
Happy to you all :)
