::so happy to get a robot from his new brother-in-law
::they were both completely happy and occupied all day
::La La Land music was a hit -- listening to them sing and play piano is one of my absolute favorite things
::the sun was shining, the magic of Christmas morning was in full force, and Ella gave me the most scrumptious mug that has ever been created = bliss. I was so enamored of this gift that I was holding it to my face and stroking it lovingly -- Matthew just looked at me and said, "I'd like to apologize in advance for knocking that mug off of the counter."
I am going to take a risk here and proclaim that Winter Solstice is my favorite day of the year! It may not be completely true, but it feels like it. The dark and cold feel so oppressive sometimes, but simply knowing that even though the worst of Winter is still ahead, at least the days will be getting longer and longer and longer -- taking us straight into the heart of Spring and Summer! Big happy sigh.
Tonight is the women's circle that I attend and I cannot think of a single thing I would rather be doing than communing and chanting with my fellow witches on this mystical night. I made some Sun cookies -- I only had a flower cookie cutter, but it was close enough. There is orange flavor in the cookie dough and then orange zest in the frosting as well -- citrus is the flavor of sunlight. We were asked to come with an intention for the new year so I started thinking about my new word of the year. I had a few things rattling around my head, but nothing felt right. I have been reading Eckhart Tolle's, The Power of Now so the idea of time -- chronological vs. psychological -- has been forefront. I also recently heard a podcast with Richard Rohr -- on OnBeing my favorite! -- and he mentioned that in Greek there are two words for time: Chronos which is chronological time, and Kairos which is God's time, or the right moment. This afternoon I suddenly realized that my word should be Kairos. There is so much loaded into that word -- that I need to have patience for things to come to pass -- not when I want it, but when (or if!) it's supposed to happen, that I need to stop and just BE in every moment instead of regretting or fantasizing about the past, or longing and yearning for the future. I find myself often wanting things to be over so I can have done them, not be doing them, haha! It's no way to live! So, I was so excited to finally have a word picked out, but I decided to do a tiny test to see if it was the right one. I went into our little library and randomly plucked a book of poetry off of the book shelf -- it was Mary Oliver's Evidence. I flipped it open and read the poem that was on that page.
Deep Summer The mockingbird opens his throat among the thorns for his own reasons
but doesn't mind if we pause to listen and learn something
for ourselves; he doesn't stop, he nods his gray head
with the frightfully bright eyes, he flirts his supple tail, he says:
listen, if you would listen. There's no end to good talk, to passion songs,
to the melodies that say this branch, this tree is mine,
to the wholesome happiness of being alive on a patch
of this green earth in the deep pleasures of summer. What a bird!
Your clocks, he says plainly, which are always ticking, do not have to be listened to. The spirit of his every word. What??? Are you kidding me? First of all, Deep Summer is a little ironic with it being deep winter, right? And then I was already fully recognizing that the Universe was affirming my word with the instructions for pausing and listening, to the reminder to be happy and content, but then the clocks! Always ticking! Do not have to be listened to! It was like being hit over the head with a hammer, haha! I gasped and then let out a jubilant little scream. It was too perfect. Too magical. I accept it.
I am the mother of six delightful children. I teach natural childbirth and yoga classes, cook, clean, read, draw, write, travel, garden, homeschool, crochet, talk a lot, taxi around town, and am generally striving to become practically perfect in every way.