We just got back from a whirlwind visit home
and I’m beginning the week feeling wonderfully replenished.
October was jam-packed with activity and I ended the month feeling tired and looking around the house with a sense of overwhelm, aware of a growing momentum to hurry up and get things done before the holidays approach. I don’t like this rushed feeling. Or the idea that I’m already behind schedule if I haven’t done any Thanksgiving posts yet-- or god knows-- Christmas topics which are already popping up everywhere in blogland.
Sigh. This is the part of blogging that I have to be wary of; it’s the need to stay ahead of the seasons for one’s readers and it’s the modus operandi of a successful blogger. And I totally get it; the idea that readers are looking for their holiday decorating ideas weeks-- and even months-- ahead of time is something I can relate to.
In fact, I’m one of those readers. I lovveeeee searching Blogland and Pinterest for creative ideas but as a blogger on the other side, it’s always a dilemma for me because I’m aware that when I’m creating Christmas tablescapes in October,
I’m not able to fully relish the present season.
Do you know what I mean?
Recently I was listening to a talk by Tara Brach and she mentioned that in today’s techie world we spend an average of eight hours a day in front of a screen. The point she was making was how hard it is to be awakened to the present moment and to feel what’s here in front of us
when so much of our time is spent in a virtual reality.
Think about that. How many hours are you in front of a screen?
It’s a powerful realization. And so I love this reminder.
Or better still, how about we give ourselves this gift?
So…you might think driving in the car over 850 miles for only a three day trip might seem hectic but it was exactly what I needed. I hadn’t been back home since we moved and it was time.
Thursday evening was my dear friend Mary’s annual birthday party and as usual, the house was filled with women that I’ve known since my kids were in kindergarten and that’s such a special feeling.
I only wish I’d taken pictures of Tracey’s beautiful home to show you, but I was too engrossed in conversations about relationships and engagements and breakups… topics that seem to reflect the changing ages of our kids.
And like all good trips, there were moments that stand out in my mind.
Kirsten and I clinking our wine glasses with Mary and sharing the latest news before we headed to the party.. A conversation at the kitchen island with Tracey about our sons… Sitting on the brick hearth at my parent’s house and eating Chinese food with the family… Making a mad dash back to Pottery World to find my Mom’s lost eyeglasses only to learn they were in her purse the whole time… And my funny Dad shaking his head behind my Mom’s back.
and sadly, there was a tragic one too…
On the way home when we pulled off the freeway for a sandwich and while I was waiting in our car, I heard a loud, sickening thud and the sound of twisting metal. When I got out of our car I could see men running toward what was a three car collusion at the off ramp. It was a scene that deeply affected me especially when I discovered the next morning that a man had died in that crash.
Afterwards I told Jim –who was inside at the time—that I can’t stop thinking how when I heard that crash, a man’s soul was leaving the earth. To me, it was a stunning reminder of how tenuous life really is.
In the meantime I’m home again, and even though nothing much has changed around here I’m feeling incredibly grateful.
For our safe trip home.
For my family.
For my Friends.
For the health of my parents.
For the fact that my kids are well and safe as I write these words.
That I have a house.
And a warm bed.
And food whenever I need it.
And our sweet Stella Bella.
For the computer that allows me to write these words
For any blog post I manage to publish here
for all my dear blogger friends
And for YOU, for taking precious time to get to the end of this post.
Oh, I could go on forever but you get my point.
It’s an interesting question, don’t you think?