I think January is the worst month ever! In December we make super-human efforts to be kind, charitable, neighborly, friendly, generous to everyone. I have to admit that, as exhausting as it all is, that Christmas feeling gets in your heart, and you feel like an excited kid again…looking forward to the big snow, building a snowman, shoveling walks, making cookies, shopping, wrapping presents, decorating the tree, hot chocolate, sledding and coming home and eating cookies and hot chocolate, again. And then, getting out of school for at least 10 days..sleeping in, playing games, snacking, decorating, snacking, admiring the atmosphere lovingly created in your home, and snacking. Family gathers, huge meals are cooked and eaten, presents that took forever to wrap are unwrapped at light speed. Christmas really is magical if you just let it be.
And then New Year’s Day. We always took the aged tree out to sit on the gutter, and I would always come to the harsh fact that I had done none of my homework assignments. Not one. Nada. And school would start tomorrow. No more sleeping in. No more cookies. I never liked January. Never. I still don’t. It’s cold, and it’s a long time until spring.
So, on that note, I would like to post a poem written by my daughter, Eve. Posted because I think it gets us through January in style!
To health and happiness the whole year through for many joyful reunions and the promise of new beginnings each moment is a gift the privilege of existence inviting us to begin again and again to exchange our burdens for gratitude if only for moments at a time we're here we are alive that is enough you are enough just as you are even your tattered, broken, and tired parts as deserving of grace as anything in creation the essence of humanness you so bravely posses what can be braver than to face our own impermanence and fragility and to keep your head held high and eyes on the horizon tomorrow is promised to no one but this moment, right now, is yours I hope you live without fear in your heart and treat everyone with compassion including yourself we're traversing these crazy reads together pilgrims--seeking freedom, purpose, and home the greatest gift of all is presence I hope you give it freely and often I hope the wonder and beauty of the world never ceases to bring you to your knees
