Debated about putting up a tree this year, even though mine comes in three parts(A, B, C) with lights attached. It just felt like too much effort.
Had to have a talk with myself.
“Are you really ready to play it safe? To choose sameness, avoid the effort to decorate the Perch, to ask for help with setting up the tree, simply because it’s just you?”
“Do it for the Grands. Do it for your neighbors who’ve said, “I like seeing your tree from our place.” For Pete’s sake(whoever he is) do it for yourself. You love Christmas. You start humming in early November, “It’s the most wonderful time of the year!” This is not the time to pull back. There’ll come a time but not today.”
Finally, agreed with myself, and started hauling up bags and boxes from the basement.
Time for Christmas.
Chad and girls came for supper. Afterwards Chad said, “How’d you like me to set up your tree?”
Maggie and Kate, helped.
Spritzed some pine spray, to help my tree from China smell more like New England.
Life takes effort.
More than I feel I have some days. Music helps or a cup of tea with one of Lillian’s mince tarts.
Last week, Mother Susan, preached from Colossians. At the end she bid us come forward to receive Holy Communion with this invitation, “Come, Ye Thankful People, Come.”
Sometimes, it’s a choice.
I’m learning it’s often gratitude returns my Get up and Go, whether at the altar, as hungry heart receiving the Bread and Wine, or at my kitchen counter, enjoying views of salt marshes with tidal rivulets forming as a new day unfolds.
Worth the haul.
Worth slowing down, inhaling with gratitude and discovering a hint of pine.
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