Action, Giving, The Keepthings

Giving Thanks.

Thank you to all the readers who read Bear on Thanksgiving Day and the days since. This short piece of writing had so many memories packed in so few words but more than that, the little story of Bear reminded readers to give at a time when we are all a little shell-shocked from world events. How can we all make more of an impact — not political but emotionally on others?

I feel like I am in need of revving up Christmas to counterbalance what looks to me like a fierce break- down of decency on all sides and especially people navigating intersections (double-entendre intentional). I am glossing over the news with tinsel and decorations, pinecones and extra lights. Today I snuck over to my daughter’s house and added lights to her window boxes (they can blink!). I sent a few extra donations. I am writing holiday notes with surprises tucked inside. Where are you giving your extra hugs this December?

Giving Thanks is not just about a prayer but an action for me. I joined my old choir for the season (rusty, but so what). I am baking for the neighbors just because. I am going to bed very early to read and rest.

I received my first 2024 Christmas card today from an old friend who has had a year to remember. He chose to clarify that, while he recognized the unprecedented challenges, he will remember the blessings. The humans around him elevated their giving of time, money, space, love and saw his family through to new beginnings.

He and his family are worth it. You are worth it. Thank you for reading the little big things that make my world go ’round. Go do the little things that will seem big to someone in need.

Peace, Friends.

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Everything Counts.

I love all things valentine. The chance before, during and after February 14 to beam out love. Is it necessarily a bad thing to proclaim a sentimental day in the middle of the bleak midwinter? Construction paper and a pair of scissors, a scrap of fabric and some embroidery thread, a batch of chocolate brownies, a group of gals for dinner, a phone call? I have seized the day to celebrate you, friends and family, ever since I could write my name. Today, pink hearts, boxes of chocolate, cards, even ecards fly through the air to remind people they mean something for many reasons. A one-hit chance to show a little more love.

This 2-2-24 I join you in feeling broken hearted from war, loss, illness and displacement; from our politics that wear me down and darken the days. The news is violent. The climate is suffering. I take today to reset my thanks, take a long walk and see the early daffodils near Wren Cottage, send some pink to friends and family who have made the last year better despite it all. I have spent the last week spelling out heart-shaped gratitude to my family, to those who have held my hand when things are difficult and to those acquaintances that have done more than they know. Especially to those of you who have become like family: everything counts, just being there. Everything you do.

Love you all.

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