Holiday Hibernation

It’s funny how you think you have loads of time to do things after the holiday shows, but then a week of holiday prep just flies by and your aspirational to-do list still sits there. Meanwhile the books you picked up from the library are tempting…

Then I slowed down for a minute, and now the to-do list isn’t as urgent…

My friend brought a mini tree and a present that I enjoyed looking at in anticipation of Christmas Eve.

We had a lovely white Christmas here in Evanston, and I enjoyed watching the snow fall.

Soon I was eager to go outside and explore the winter wonderland.

It was fun to re-walk the streets after an earlier evening of Christmas lights exploring.

On Christmas Day the windows started frosting over.

So I took a cue from Hygge and read.

I also indulged in holiday movies, and binge watched Zumbo’s Just Desserts, which led to some sweet snacking,

Half of my Holiday Cards are now written, though my native language is getting rustier each year. I will get to the last few by New Year’s.

Now it is getting even colder out, so apart from a few pre-planned outings I plan to stay in for the week.

Next week I will do a writer-hibernation staycation, and am excited to get started on that. But for now, I will take the rest my brain and body crave, and marinate in the holiday for a little longer.

The time between Christmas and New Year’s is perfect for reflecting and taking stock of what life has brought, along with hope for what it has yet to bring.

It’s fun to live in my own Narnia, and to enjoy being where I am at without wishing for anything to be different.

In spite of all the shifts that have happened over the past year and the drama that came along with some of it, I am glad to be here in the present, and quite excited about what the future holds.

Reflecting in Nature

I am taking a little pre-birthday time-out.

It is easy to get overwhelmed in calls to actions, FOMO, grass-is-greener and doomsday thinking with the barrage of headlines and ensuing social media reactions.

My Atlas of World History confirms that territorialism began when land ownership started in 9000 BC. As Billy Joel sings, we didn’t start the fire. The mid-eighties were full of songs about the End of the World, and When the Wind Blows still flashes in my head on occasion.

So I go to the lake to stare at the horizon and ponder the tides going in and out.

Hopefully the skyline will remain for a bit.

It is lovely to be a tourist in my hometown. I rarely visit Bennison’s, so strolling there is worthy of a treat for here and one to go.

There is a private park with little reading nooks that is open to the public part of the day.

Shimmying at the beach is a lovely way to start the day in summer.

I love the Brothers K baristas and used up the last bit of my gift card for this gorgeous creation.

A moth hung out by the basement as I was doing laundry.

Flowers are blooming so gorgeously.

I recite the Desiderata in my head when things seem too depressing.

Then I ponder the bravery of Sophie Scholl, Anne Frank, Miep Gies and Corrie Ten Boom.

The Little Prince has left a reminder by the lake as well.

The upcoming solar eclipse is supposed to be auspicious, and I sincerely hope it will bring with it goodwill and peace.

But for now, I will reflect on all the agitation of the world in silence, and hope that my plans for my next year aren’t too frivolous for this time in history.

After all, my town can sometimes seem like I’m in wonderland, so anything can happen!

See you sometime next week.