Ah, the best laid plans. I mean to write but then, I don’t know…something comes up. Stress does amazing things to my guts. And the sadness. It just suddenly overwhelms. And how do I write about that? I don’t even want to read about that.
The holidays were in some ways harder than I anticipated. I tried to have a quiet, peaceful holiday. But the sadness kept smothering me.
Hamilton Wright Mabie (an American essayist) once raised a glass and said, “Blessed is the season which engages the whole world in a conspiracy of love.” That is what I planned to write about. It is what this season is about to me. No matter what you believe, the holiday season is about sharing and being kind to each other.
No more, though. It’s not new, but don’t you think it’s gotten worse? People griping about coffee cups. People ranting about “Merry Christmas” yet again, because it’s not okay to be inclusive. Because the whole notion of love thy neighbor as thyself has apparently been eradicated from Christianity.
And all the horrible, horrible things in the news. You can’t even glance sideways at the news no less look at it head on. Mass shootings. Children. Police shootings. Wars. So very much hatred. And if we don’t have anyone immediate to hate, we make up problems and fears and hate people for things they haven’t done yet. And politics. I’m thinking about moving off planet.
It’s not all bad. We’re making some progress on the house and funny and happy and yes, sometimes sad memories come tumbling out with the stuff we are finding. I can’t keep everything. I don’t even want to keep everything. But wandering through the past is kind of interesting.
Moving on to a new year. Calvin here has it right. It’s a fresh, clean start full of possibilities. Why repeat the past? Why let the crazies ruin the day? Let’s go exploring.