It's New Year's Day: Time to...breathe.
Don't get me wrong---I love Christmas. But sometimes I get tangled in tinsel, trying to be the best elf ever. See my latest post on my long-form blog, "A Moment's Notice," for details. (www.ritafinchpettit.blogspot.com)
Christmas also packs an emotional wallop. The season is bitter and sweet. A trip down the baking aisle in the grocery store brings back memories of Mama's marathon baking sessions and Daddy's role as chief taster. A Christmas song on the radio takes me back to when our sons were young and I'm struck by how quickly the years have flown. Then my heart pivots and I'm overwhelmed by how blessed I am today. Family arrives for a visit: Joy. Family departs: Sadness.
I'm not complaining about my ride on this Yuletide rollercoaster. I think an acute awareness of my loved ones---those who have passed and those still with me---is a most special Christmas gift. But just as I need a good night's sleep to recharge my body I need a time of stillness to recharge my heart.
As I thought about the new year this morning the image of a expanse of untouched snow came to mind. Still. Peaceful, yet brimming with possibilities.
The events of 2016 will soon come crashing in like unwelcome guests but for now I'll pause and get my bearings. Reevaluate. Recalibrate.
And breathe.
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