December 21, 2012

* As My Life Changes - it would be a good decision to change with it

I picked up the mail today.  Two presents arrived and a few Christmas cards.  I was excited to get home and open them.  On the short drive from the mail service to my house, thoughts of Christmas's past popped into my head.  All the people, all the presents, all the wonderful little rituals we had developed over the years.  Suddenly I realized I had never considered Christmas's with a dwindling supply of people, rituals, and gifts.  The thought saddened me somewhat, however I knew I had a choice to make.

Today I began to create new rituals.  After dropping groceries, etc. inside, out of the way, I placed the gifts and cards on the terrace table.  It was sunny and warm, and gorgeous.  Into the house one last time, opening the fridge door, I popped the cork of a bottle of champagne, poured myself a glass, and sauntered out into the sun.  I knew I wanted to take my time.  Dilly dally over the small details.  Also knew I wanted this to be a special time.  I set the intention.  I would open the cards first.  Every one had notes and letters inside.  Some were hand made from artist friends.  I savored each one, gave it due attention, and enjoyed the small, intricate details.

 Next, I chose a long tube from a dear friend in Chicago.  Much to my delight, huge sheets of paper emerged as I gave the roll a little tug.  Beautiful paper, ... maps of France ... gorgeous designer flowers, a map of Canada, and two large sheets of Christmas paper.  I ooooed and awwwed.  You have no idea how I love paper - makes my heart go pitty-pat!  A letter was rolled inside along with some Parker Pen writing paper - a Parker nib sailing smoothly across the page leaving behind the words "Parker - write your own story".  I laughed.  I shall covet that paper!  Each piece of paper ran through my hands as I sipped champagne and sat in the sun, Habibi by my side.

Next, a box wrapped in brown paper.  Familiar hand writing graced the front and I felt a little lump rise in my throat -- those good memories kind of lumps.  As soon as I began opening the end I could see red and white poka dot paper.  Be careful, Donna -- this is gorgeous -- we can re use this in our art.  My muse was muttering in my ear.  I slowed down until the red and white paper was off in one piece.  Sipped more champagne, folded the paper neatly and stared at the handwriting, wanting somehow to hug it, in place of the person.  Opening the box top I spied everything was RED (my favorite colour in the entire Universe) - red envelope, red tissue paper, red sparkly star twine.  I was in heaven. I read the card with it's lovely heart felt note.  Then to slowly open the first package.  I giggled when I saw the beautiful little silver glittery birds in their nest of paper straw.  Silver glitter with names around their necks - "Wish", "Hope" and "Dream".  Ah, they are so gorgeous and will be perfect to hang in my window.  Another package underneath revealed two round magnetized containers to help organize my studio.  Love at first sight.

I glanced at my watch.  Over an hour had passed.   One hour of pure delight.  Very different from my past - however part of who I am now.  I sipped my champagne and smiled.  I shared my champagne with Habibi - did I tell you he's a lush?  He is! What I know for sure?  I only have the moment.  Enjoying it, in whatever way I have to invent, would seem to me to be the thing to do.

It's Solstice today.  Here in Mexico, with Myan energy close, I celebrate the coming of the light.  Candles lit - a quiet evening at home.  I celebrate being here on this earth at this moment in time, when our planet earth is exactly in the middle of her own galaxy, the milky way, and the planets are aligned in a perfect cross.  Just as the Myan's predicted.  Awesome.  Thanks for dropping by.  I adore reading your comments.

"It may be when we no longer know what to do,
we have come to our real work,
and that when we no longer know which way to go,
we have begun our real journey." (Wendell Berry)


  1. I wish you the best as you celebrate the Holidays in your new surroundings and life in Mexico. Wishing you the best life has to offer. The cards and gifts are wonderful.

  2. I wish you the best as you celebrate the Holidays in your new surroundings and life in Mexico. Wishing you the best life has to offer. The cards and gifts are wonderful.

  3. It's up to us to make the memories. It is awesome to get happy mail and it looks like you made the most of it. :) Happy Holidays Donna! :)

  4. Glad you had a good day and enjoyed your happy mail. Those birds are gorgeous, and the paper is a dream! Enjoy! Hugs, Valerie

  5. I love how you think, Donna! I also adore reading your writing, you really do have a nack with words, my friend!

    Merry Christmas!!

  6. hmmm... don't know if my comment got posted, so will make it again just in case. Your afternoon time was a pure delight, and it's a pure delight to see all the wonderful papers and goodies you received.

  7. Seriously now... this is the third attempt to comment. It keeps going to the blogger main page rather than showing the comment has been saved or published. Either you'll hear from me three times, or mum is the word. Anyhow, I was trying to say how much I love all the gifts you received in the special mail.

  8. Oh, Donna, I love this so much!! I have just posted thoughts with some similarities... (love the quote!!) you are indeed blessed to have your beautiful memories and such wonderful friends who send you so much love in such unique ways. Happy Christmas my friend!!!

  9. Popping in to say Merry Christmas. I wish my card was among those received- wanted to confirm your address.

    Have a great day!

  10. dear donna, what a beautifully written post that I so enjoyed reading. I also forgot to tell you earlier that I love the new soft background of your blog - soft blue on the edges fading into soft white. Makes it clean and easy to easy your beautifully colorful posts. The header of 4 of your paintings is perfect! Love, love, love it! happy day, lenna