I have the suspicion December will pass in a blur. Already the calendar is a-wash with notes.
- Music practices for the town’s Christmas Tree lighting ceremony this Thursday evening and the Friends church’s annual Bluegrass Christmas Sing-a-long the evening of the 16th.
- Decorating the church on Saturday morning.
- Celebration of Daniel’s life in the evening.
- School winter programs are scheduled.
- Helping pack Christmas boxes for those in need here in the community.
- Extra events weaving in and out of regular weekly meetings and tasks.
We’ll mark them off one at a time.
I’m very thankful that the majority of evenings we’ll be home.
December is off to a good start with the spindles. Ed’s made some Larks, today he worked on Finches. I’ve spun 20 grams: 10 grams of maroon were spun as fine laceweight with a 14 grams spindle made from a neighbor’s magnolia branch.
The Mulberry Egret is being used to spin the grey fiber.
Yesterday I started spinning the grey fiber which my daughter, Aurora, gave me for my 60th birthday last December. She bought it at OFFF last year but doesn’t remember exactly who she bought it from, nor did she keep anything that indicates the dyer or what the fiber is. It’s soft and there seems to be some fibers that are quite short. My guess is either baby camel down or yak blended with a long staple wool. There are 98 grams. Right now I’m planning to do some accent color work with the maroon with the grey. I may add another colored fiber to the mix.
As the days turned to December I’m still choosing to practice gratitude each day. The hard news, the sad news, the grief we’ve dealt with these past two+ weeks has brought home the fact that gratitude is not just an emotion. Sometimes it’s not a feeling.
To choose to be grateful means sometimes checking those feelings that press negatives thoughts onto the heart. To rise above emotions and simply say, “thank you”.
As I have meaningfully practiced gratitude the hard emotions take a back seat. I’ve been grateful that I’ve been able to be far more calm and rational than expected. In cultivating gratitude perspectives have shifted.
It’s hard to explain. Concerns are there but not the worry. One huge difference is when I’ve been awake during the night. (Sunday night it seemed I was awake far more than asleep.) My mind doesn’t race, anxiety or dread doesn’t take hold, instead I rather enjoyed the time to lie still knowing my body is at rest, the blankets and quiet dark enveloping me. It’s a good time to pray and think about spiritual things.
– A quiet neighborhood with only an occasional sound.
– The comfort of the Lord.
– An unexpected word Sunday morning that was the thread which tied my sermon together. Though close to completion it seemed there was something more. Upon opening my personal email at 6am the Advent word for the day was “Awaken”: “Awake my soul, awake harp and lyre, I will awaken the dawn…!” Psalm 56:8
– Hope, the first Sunday of Advent is Hope. Because I hope in the Lord my soul is awake. And grateful!