Wednesday, November 30, 2016
Anybody Nostalgic This Season?
I should know better than write while I'm sick. You'd think feeling sick would make me wistful and nostalgic, but not so. Me, I have this content feeling, like I'm right where I ought to be. How about you? Seasons past tugging at you?
Last month has been full of the usual winter prep - cleaning gutters and gardens, getting my house trim painted, setting up birdfeeders, winterizing the RV, mouse proofing. Mouse proofing the RV has gone splendidly so far. Nary a tiny black pellet! I've one supersonic device plus mothballs underneath the RV's sink, where they built two nests last winter (and amply peed and pooped). And a container of mothballs in an exterior compartment where they stored acorns last year (peeing and pooping amply there, too). Plus a cake pan of mothballs under the RV itself. I also put a super sonic repeller in my garage, and nary a poop there, either, next to the five airtight bins of bird seed. Gotcha!
Different story in the basement. There, tiny teeth have gnawed through a long, fuzzy draft stopper - you know, the ones you wedge by a door. Somewhere, there is a little nest with wee ones. Maybe not yet. My ears don't pick up any squeaks. I hope there's time to dissuade the little guys. I'm buying another super sonic rodent repeller, and they're not cheap. Thought I'd show you which one.
In the midst of the chores, I had a lovely Thanksgiving. I thought of you, sending blessings to you all. I hope you felt them! My family kept the meal simple - dinner at my father's assisted living home. Everybody was healthy and happy. Can't ask for more.
Now on to Christmas. I'm really excited about my Christmas plans this year. I've bowed out of the annual family celebration my sister generously hosts. Too many years of extraordinary widow loneliness and orchestrated cheer. This year, I'm moving forward, creating the spiritual oasis I need. This year I need to feel closer to a Greater Love. 'Tis one reason for the season, right? Besides, I had great fortune on Cyber Monday - a hotel room at reasonable cost in Back Bay Boston the week before Christmas. On Christmas Eve and Christmas, I'm treating myself to harbor front luxury.
Since my spirit's calling out for clarity and company, I've been musing about what Greater Love means to me.
Greater Love. God. Infinite Light. Love Consciousness. Higher Power. Whatever one calls ultimate reality. I'm feeling lucky, warm, grateful. These are my beliefs:
I believe Greater Love (GL) inhabits our bodies. It really hit me yesterday. BIG SOURCE GL cozies up inside each one of us, and considers it an honor to experience life through us. No matter how hard it is, we're not alone.
There is no secret passage, no entry fee for GL to come inside. Conception...Maybe first gulp of air...That's all that's required. Look at a baby and tell me you don't see Greater Love.
My number one job is to love the person who GL slipped into when I was born. I'm here for her.
Might you call this a certain sort of nostalgia? I don't feel nostalgia for the full glass. I've even stopped seeing the glass as half full or half empty. Perhaps, as another wise blogger wrote, I'm coming round to saying "It's a beautiful glass."
What's going on for you this season?