This is a thought I stole from the back page of the new Hospice of Haines newsletter, and is a favorite quote of my friend Beth, the HOH director. I think it is a very good one to begin 2016 with. Reverend Carolyn Colbert says:
On Earth Peace, Good Will Toward All.
It is tad crazy here, in the best way-- plus the snow is so beautiful and deep and white it's like Mother Nature gave the whole town new clothes for Christmas. Here's a post card:
Last night's Holly Jolly Follies, the now annual Christmas variety show (or at least annual as long as Suzy and Tod organize, direct, and stage it) was perfect, if I do say so myself. I got to be in three of the acts and have spent a busy week rehearsing, and that was as much as fun as the show-- I'm still not sure how all the Fishpickers, and the banjo, fiddle, guitar, bass, electric piano, bongo drums, and back up singers squeezed into the small front room of Dave's 100 year-old house between the woodstove and the sofa and table, but we did.
Yesterday I was in the bookstore when Lucy Harrell came in with her friend Jim and I asked if she was buying gifts and she said, "No, I'm giving them." She handed Liz a check for 1,000 dollars for the Arts Council. (Liz's husband Tom is the president.) Liz gave it to me to bring to my husband, who is the treasurer.
I was so grumpy this morning that I had to say to myself "find the good" when I rolled out of bed at 5:15, which is kind of funny. I was at rehearsal last night from about 6-9 at the Chilkat Center for the Holly Jolly Follies (Saturday at 7pm. It will be a great show) and sort of missed dinner.
"Remember: you are not who you think you are. You are what you do. Be the kindness of soft rain. Be the beauty of light behind a tall fir. Be gratitude. Be gladness."-- Kathleen Dean Moore in Wild Comfort
The sun is out and the shadows are long. There's a north wind blowing and it's cooler. While there's no snow in town to speak of, we may have skating ice soon if the weather pattern holds. The line up for the Christmas Parade tomorrow is at about 3:45 or 4:00 at Thor's Gym (the old Elks Club) and for the Snow Dragon it's the school cafeteria next door.
I have been writing Dad's annual Christmas letter, the one he always titles "Season's Greetings from Sunnyside Farm." My mom used to write the letter, but since she died, he has done it, with my help. Some years I have had more edits than others. But Papa Bob as we call him, is a good student. This year, all I did was type it up for him. This part is worth sharing right now:
Age must sharpen the senses. I find myself constantly remembering the past. Mostly happy memories, but some sadness. The loss of family, friends, and especially Sally.