The day is young, and windy and cold, and it’s already getting behind me, and while Heather Cox Richardson says “Let’s a take a night off” and posts a photo of Maine, I ‘m no Heather Cox Richardson. Anne Lamott makes me happy with re-runs of her top columns ( I love them again each time, and no, it is not because my memory is fuzzier than it used to be.) Well, I’m no Anne Lamott either. This morning I did a twenty minute pre-solstice meditation ( I’m not someone that does this every solstice, with a candle and deep breaths. This is a first, ever. I loved it. It was lead by Darcie Ziel, please look her up on Substack.)
Part of it was thinking about what you did well this year, and what you wish for more of next year.
I am very grateful for this Advent practice, the notes to you, because they fill my days with thoughtfulness and joy. Also, I have a wee bit of lack of self confidence issues and a deep urge to please. Both can be problems, or as my counselor says, may not be “serving” me. However, ( and I only use that word instead of but when I’m making an important point– ) So — However, in this case I’ve found a way to make my um, challenges, work for me. I promised to blog daily and so I have, and will, and because I did, that over-rode my ” That is the dumbest thing you’ve ever said” or ” Who cares?” or ” Who do you think you are?” And even ” What do you know about God?” self-criticism. Thank you for helping me plow through that pretty deep snow.
Which is a long way of saying, that today, like Heather and Annie ( I mean, I feel like they are friends) I am sharing a light story I wrote about Trixie and Tenakee two years ago, after my cabin in Tenakee was finished.It was our first trip there together. I’m reading it on Substack, if you’d like to listen.
