“…Propelled into the furthest arc, forsaken by the sun…” (from a poem I wrote, published in Living Church magazine) What do we do in the Northern Hemisphere when we feel bereft of light and warmth? We make HOLIDAY! An excuse to gather together and eat and light candles, replenishing the light and warmth we feel we are lacking. Yesterday was American Thanksgiving, so I hosted a dinner for Steve and his mother and aunt and sister and brother-in-law. We love our home and spend far too little time in it lately. We have been neglecting our home business (Scholar & Poet Books) for some reliable capital gains in the form of outside employment and losing touch with our domesticity. Thanksgiving was a good time to settle in to cleaning and cooking and re-stacking books and music. Puttering around the house while listening to good music is a nesting paradise.
And It Was Good. Good Will yielded some great finds in table decorations. The turkey turned out moist and delicious. Everyone brought side dishes to contribute. We even had a family political argument! (What holiday is complete without one?) I really enjoyed serving Steve & his family out of the love and joy I feel in my heart…not out of obligation or duty. The best part was just remembering why we are working so hard…so that we can get back to living out the life that we want to embody: slower-paced, inner-directed, aware & appreciative.
So…..light. Candles on the table, ready to dispel the darkness when the sun sets. Sunlight streaming through the south window, illuminating the sideboard, laden with olives and nuts and good, stinky cheese. And sherry & gin. The darkness will not overwhelm us!