making room for mystery….

 


It’s coming on Christmas
and I want to wrap it all in grace
and not get lost in the scurry,
to cultivate some sanctuary
even in the bustle
and so I’ve  gathered a little plan
to help me tend the peace
on my bits of earth.
I want to:

~recycle the year’s scraps into love notes
I’ll tuck into nooks and crannies
all over my world
for just the right souls to find
at just the time they need it
(I’ll trust the mystery with this)

~Christmas yoga….stretch and breathe
and groove and be to Christmas jazz
and the Native American flute carols I love so much,
all the beautiful music
and the silly stuff too
…carve off a bit of day
for this kind of play
and let my heart and feet be light.

~walk the dogs after dark as much as possible,
to take in the Christmas lights
and wander and wonder
out under the stars.

~keep candles lit and twinklers twinkling
and,  this year,  paint some lunch bags to keep filled with
sand on a shelf in the garage
for some whimsical luminaries
to pull out at a moment’s notice
(keep big scoops of tea lights on hand).

~keep it simple in the kitchen….lots of fresh veggies and fruits
and salads and soups.

~be extra kind to my hands and feet.

~paint some pots and tuck in daffodil and paperwhite bulbs
for bloomers to give and enjoy
……and build the growlight I’ve been wanting.

~learn something new -I want to try apple pie in
cast iron skillets till it comes to me sweet and easy.

~splash some Christmas magic on the tree paintings so they can sing out
joy in wintery woods.


~drink riverlets of water….don’t go dry.

~scrub a little bit of house every day….just small bites to keep it fresh
and pile on plenty of flowers and greens,
pretty and simple.

~don’t fret….. think lilies and birds

~leave some room for basking…..to marinate in light.

I want this season to be one long love letter that I get to write,
a song I’ll sing in whatever key comes
but it’s no performance,  this.
I will fling off the cares of how it appears
or what it may seem
and lift my love in bright Christmas colors
and let the seeds fly with the breezes that take them.

Hey,  the book I’m holding is a brilliant treasure
written by Rachel Awes called All I Did Was Listen
(if you don’t know her….do,  as a gift to yourself!)
You can find this gem here.


“I believe in kindness.   Also in mischief.
Also in singing,  especially when singing is not necessarily prescribed.”   -Mary Oliver