A SEASON OF WAITING

Hey, y'all! I admit it. I'm a rebel. Despite the endless barrage of holiday commercials and advertisements, I don't shop in the mainstream places this time of year. I don't fall into the frantic search for the "perfect" gift. Instead, I enjoy going to small shops, antique malls, craft shows, and vintage markets to

 

buy unique, hand-crafted, and imperfect perfect old stuff for family and friends. 

I'm a rebel.

I don't hurry. I don't put all our Christmas decorations out as fast as I can.

I wait.

I wait and linger over the ornaments, remembering

who made them or what they represent. Sweet memories of friends, family, and strangers who shared their love and creativity with us.

I wait.

I usually get a rosemary tree or two. I like its scent and use it to cook. I light candles. I plant paper whites. They eventually peek up through the pebbles they are planted in. They grow just as I do.

The days get shorter and we make soup and eat by candlelight on the back porch. We share something you can't buy...precious time together.

 

We wait. 

In preparing for the Christmas season we make time to enjoy the quiet moments, the simple things, and to reach out to family and friends and to those who need family and friends.

 

Sharing ourselves.

 

Sharing peace, love, and all the good stuff.

 

Until next time,

Wishing y'all a blessed season.