Of all the plans laid out for this last week of Christmas, yesterday was the one with the most demanding schedule. Something had to happen on time and in coordination with traffic and other good folks and all in good order starting at 11 a.m. and ending at 10 p.m. Most of it was out of the house, out and about, and/or at the church.
So waking up this morning with the full stretch of the day ahead was a gift in itself.
I've answered a few emails, dealt with a few minor details of work which, while not urgent, if left unattended could easily fall between the holiday cracks, Filed a few important papers in the same category, and 'chatted' back and forth with Thailand a little bit. If something random comes to mind, I have the space to tend to it. None of it pressing. Just the kind of morning where it feels maybe like it snowed last night and I'm glad to stay home.
And that it's almost Christmas.
Reminds me of the beginnings of something by Mary Oliver, entitled simply "Christmas Poem."
It goes on, and ends well. But for this moment, I leave it here...in anticipation of Christmas not complete.
In these quieter days I am doing all that I can to embrace and receive, even in the Christmas undertakings that might require something of me. It's a bit of a balance, this gentle "going to the barn." But I am grateful for oh so many good gifts that make it vivid, and mindful. Come to think of it, so many good gifts come at Christmas that have nothing to do with what's under the tree.
Soon enough we'll pack up to head back to the church for the first showing of Let It Be Christmas 2025. Isn't it great that they still let me part of that crew?
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