Truly, nothing of late has made me feel more like a silly girl than trying to chop up our christmas tree with a tiny ax, but laughing too hard to chop even the tiniest branch. Thankfully, Chase did the real work while I threw branches on the fire and warmed my hands. Weeks have passed since we burned our spruce, but I must go back in time to say I think this is the greatest post-Christmas tradition. It’s a perfect excuse to pry your pajamas off, the warmth of a fire and the final smells of Christmas to lure you outdoors. With the tannenbaum ablaze, we watched the season end and reveled in it.
Now, it’s back to the bustle of regular life. Students are back on campus; I’m closing in on a full week back at work; quick weeknight meals are eaten; the coffee is set to brew at 7:00 a.m. sharp. Our daily habits are in full-swing, and it feels good to start fresh.
I love how the seasons give us the grace to realign ourselves in our little worlds, but whether we actually eat more vegetables or are nicer to our moms, the New Year reminds me that all things are being made new. In the grand scheme, our efforts to organize our lives have little to do with just about anything, no matter how hard we will ourselves. I need newness that is deeper and truer than anything the turn of a little year can promise.
Some of my favorite words are written by Wendell Berry, and they feel especially wonderful to me at the beginning of this year. Be joyful though you have considered all the facts.
To be joyful, having considered how worn we are, must be knowing of the deep Newness that makes the worn work backwards.
Holly – Never ever forget that you are a writer no matter you do, no matter what desk you sit behind. Thanks for the encouragement today
Miss ya.
what a beautiful post! and a positive way to end the season and muffle those post-Christmas blues. just found your blog and look forward to perusing further. xx
Ashley, thank you for leaving a note! The fire definitely muffled the post-season blues