Thursday, December 29, 2011
The Welcome of the Door
The first day of January finds us standing on the threshold of a new year, and here we are, standing on our own threshold, in the first light of the first day of the new year. As we welcome the first light across our threshold, an invitation awaits us: to create a space in our lives where we can begin to live in the moment. In this sense, Downtown Dad and I are observing the thresholds of our lives, the doorways that mark our movement from one stage of life to the next.
Many cultures regard the new year as a time that signifies a "threshold" in time and space, the middle ground between here and there, neither past nor present, nor future, a spot where energies meet.
The Celtic people believe there is great spiritual power in these threshold places, they call it the "welcome of the door." In this space there is a significance of chance meetings and random events with an openness to new experiences, opportunities and people, of great possibilities. This is characterized by the expansive and generous nature of the phrase, "cead mile failte," a hundred thousand welcomes.
This new year we invite you to join us in the threshold, on the edges and boundaries and doorways of our lives. May we find the strength with each other and in each other, and in those who have gone before us to welcome possibility, change, uncertainty, even fear. There we shall find the welcome of the door.
Monday, December 26, 2011
Fra-Geeee-Lay
Its kind of sad, as Downtown Dad and I clear the living room of the after-Christmas wreckage, saving the bows, tossing the paper, making sure everything is out of the boxes before breaking them down to better fit into the recycle bin; but A Christmas Story is on TV and it lifts our spirits. I know, A Christmas Story is ALWAYS on TV... but before long, we've stopped our labors to laugh, yet again with Ralphie and Randy, their Mother and The Old Man, in the days leading up to their 1940s Christmas. I love it because it makes me laugh every damn time I watch it! I have to admit though, I didn't start out liking it. Then, once "you'll shoot your eye out" became almost as common a phrase at Christmas as Happy Holidays, and leg lamps became a regular part of the Hallmark Christmas Ornament line-up, I thought maybe I should pay attention, and see what the REAL message was within this cute, but quirky story. Sure, on the surface, it's about getting the perfect present for Christmas. And, whether that is a Red Ryder Bee Bee Gun, or a Teach Yourself Gaelic DVD, if that's what you really really want, you have to make sure that the people who will be giving you gifts, know you want it.
For me, especially the day after the present-opening flurry of the day before, I feel a kind of let down, not that I'm disappointed, but its something I can't quite put my finger on. Winnie the Pooh says... "what I like best..." and then he had to stop and think. Because although Eating Honey was a very good thing to do, there was a moment just before you begin to eat it which was better than when you were, but he didn't know what it was called." Maybe that something is the message in A Christmas Story, that the anticipation you feel leading up to something might be just as good, if not better than actually having gotten that something. Think of the fabulous possibilities Darrin McGavin as The Old Man hints at, as the huge crate is delivered to his door, "Why, it could be anything!" he sputters, and might arguably be more excited before he opens the box, than after he finds out what is in there. Maybe the "Fra-geee-lay" stamped on the lid is a prophetic warning: that feeling of anticipation... that feeling just before IS Fragile.
The notion that the anticipation of something is somehow better than the realization, may be more common than we realize... Internet marketing guru, Seth Godin, says in a recent blog post "A wrapped present is transformed when it is opened. Anticipation turns into information, and frequently, one is worth far more than the other." Which one is worth more, he cleverly leaves up to the reader.
Our family had probably the best Christmas this year than we've had as a family for a very long time. Not because Downtown Dad and I finally both have full time salaried jobs, therefore more discretionary funds with which to buy presents, although that was part of it. Not because we were at home together as a family, although that was a big part of it too. The fact is, I think, not only that each of us we were able to put some magically mysterious wrapped boxes under the tree, but that we were able to give each other that fragile just before feeling, and each one of us, not just the person who's name was on the tag, was able to imagine the possibilities, and think to themselves... Why, it could be anything!
For me, especially the day after the present-opening flurry of the day before, I feel a kind of let down, not that I'm disappointed, but its something I can't quite put my finger on. Winnie the Pooh says... "what I like best..." and then he had to stop and think. Because although Eating Honey was a very good thing to do, there was a moment just before you begin to eat it which was better than when you were, but he didn't know what it was called." Maybe that something is the message in A Christmas Story, that the anticipation you feel leading up to something might be just as good, if not better than actually having gotten that something. Think of the fabulous possibilities Darrin McGavin as The Old Man hints at, as the huge crate is delivered to his door, "Why, it could be anything!" he sputters, and might arguably be more excited before he opens the box, than after he finds out what is in there. Maybe the "Fra-geee-lay" stamped on the lid is a prophetic warning: that feeling of anticipation... that feeling just before IS Fragile.
The notion that the anticipation of something is somehow better than the realization, may be more common than we realize... Internet marketing guru, Seth Godin, says in a recent blog post "A wrapped present is transformed when it is opened. Anticipation turns into information, and frequently, one is worth far more than the other." Which one is worth more, he cleverly leaves up to the reader.
Our family had probably the best Christmas this year than we've had as a family for a very long time. Not because Downtown Dad and I finally both have full time salaried jobs, therefore more discretionary funds with which to buy presents, although that was part of it. Not because we were at home together as a family, although that was a big part of it too. The fact is, I think, not only that each of us we were able to put some magically mysterious wrapped boxes under the tree, but that we were able to give each other that fragile just before feeling, and each one of us, not just the person who's name was on the tag, was able to imagine the possibilities, and think to themselves... Why, it could be anything!
Thursday, December 22, 2011
Holiday Homes Tour 2011
Merry Christmas! Happy Holidays! Gud Jule! Nollaig Shona Duit! Bright Blessings! Merry Christmahannukwanza! Happy Festivus!
I'm honored to be a part of the Jen on the Edge Holiday Homes Extravaganza, though I have to admit, I almost forgot! We usually go overboard on decorations with every surface flocked, decked, or wreathed in some sort of tableau of the season. This year, we've toned it down. So, Welcome to our house! C'mon in and have some nog, or cider and a couple of cookies.
Here's one of our favorite Santas. This was handpainted in the 60s by Downtown Dad's loving hands. This little guy, all of 2 feet tall, weighs in at about 30 pounds! Under Santa's watchful eye, a couple of elves climb a ladder.........
to fill the stockings, all hung by the chimney with care!
A few more elves are busy with some last minute gifts.
We have a few different styles to choose from for tree decoration. The kids usually pick the style - so this year they chose the gold and maroon "elegant" look. Truth be told, I prefer the "messy" look, with no real color scheme, using all of the old ornaments. To me, each one has a story, and it takes hours to do the tree because as we unwrap each fragile macaroni garland or pie tin Jesus, its like seeing an old friend.
And last but not least, wishing you and yours health and happiness in the coming year, are my favorite decorations. A pair of shabby chic snowpeople that we've named Herb and Pearl.
Love,
Lala
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