I became disenchanted with the traditional Western Celebration of Christma$$ as a young girl, but only in my late sixties did I feel free to disengage from the family and general festivities, partly with the excuse of unpredictable winter driving over the mountains to Seattle, partly because I didn’t want to rain on their cheerfulness, and mostly because now I’m mostly old enough to do what I want.
I re-discovered Charles Bukoski in a book of his writing and drawing about cats. I still don’t want to keep an animal or indoor plant, but I like his style of writing with poetic intent and may do more of that with pictures this winter. I may take another computer graphics class this winter or may revel in growing up in perhaps the last Age of Handmade.
Silly, but fun, exercise hand and eye and sense of play.
I have always loved the concept of the Solstice, the progenitor of our winter celebrations. The northern part of our planet, which I think of as the top of my world, reluctantly starts to shift back toward our SUN during these dark days. I no longer do the bonfire, the ceremonial burning of last year’s dark events, and extraordinary drinking and eating, even with my friends down the hill, although Jeff’s Mexican food is wonderful. I prefer to be quiet, to give myself small food treats over this transitional 6 weeks…I’m right now drinking my coffee with eggnog.
I like to reflect and pay attention: the larger deer teaching the smaller one where the good things to eat are in my back yard. Finishing my book on growing older and appreciating other women’s experiences and art work. Using up my lifetime of fabrics, photos, bits, and thinking about slow stitching projects to carry me through the Dark days. Great books, the sequel to Sapiens, Amy Tan’s memoir about looking, drawing, writing. Appreciating green grass in December and flocks of Canada geese resting on the field in front of my windows. Enjoying the winter beach alone.
Peace and Joy, Art and Friendship to All, no matter how you celebrate.