1. This time of year is difficult. Both my parents died around this time 12 years ago. Their deaths cast a pale over the holiday season that I have yet to shake off.
2. I am happy to announce my update to Xyborg Nomad 3.0. I got the Moderna booster recently.
This has been a priority for me. I wanted to receive the booster before I moved to a more rural setting where there is less access to vaccine sources and other purveyors of potions in general.
3. One nice thing about this time of year is that it’s eggnog in season. I love eggnog.
QOTD: “To be a hero means being the author of your own myth. “ ~ Alberto Villoldo
In the moment we each chose our path. Yes, somethings are beyond our control. Even then we can choose our response. Each now contains a myriad of possibilities. We can make our routine, comfortable and often unexamined choice or we can select our equivalent to “the one less traveled”.
“Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, And sorry I could not travel both And be one traveler, long I stood And looked down one as far as I could To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, as just as fair, And having perhaps the better claim, Because it was grassy and wanted wear; Though as for that the passing there Had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay In leaves no step had trodden black. Oh, I kept the first for another day! Yet knowing how way leads on to way, I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh Somewhere ages and ages hence: Two roads diverged in a wood, and I— I took the one less traveled by, And that has made all the difference. ~ Robert Frost
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1. An RV Christmas Tree. It is the first one in several years. Things are different, more magical, with a child on board.
2. This is the first time since the initial lock down the first of 2020 that I have lived close enough to a store that delivers or to any delivery service to have groceries delivered. I can truthfully say that I love having groceries brought to the door. That frees up a lot of time and limits risk. I could get spoiled.
3. I’ve been baking banana bread in my slow cooker. It’s easy and works well. My technique is improving with practice.
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Rather than making New Year’s resolutions, I want to try better self-care.
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Once it was my favorite time of year, now the holidays are difficult for me. From Halloween until the New Year was joyous. Then my world and I changed. Fifteen or so years ago my ex announced she wanted a divorce. That crushed my heart and my world. I’ve never found another person to share life. For a while I looked. That was a waste of time. I think finding another partner was never in the cards. I have accepted that. Eleven years ago in late October and early November my parents died two weeks apart. They were the last spark of holiday joy. My mom was the spirit of Christmas in our family. My children were grown and gone. With my wife and children gone and my parents gone I can’t muster up any holiday cheer though I try. There is so much grief associated with holidays.
This year I’ve gotten a holiday cheer boost. A child is spending November and December in the rig. He brings his own holiday joy and it’s contagious I need more new good Christmas memories like this.
I read somewhere one should name their holiday grief. Name it and honor it. This year my holiday grief is the memories of good Christmas celebrations in my parent’s home. I’ll light a candle and place it on the not-an-altar.
I feel like I’m rambling so I think I’ll stop.
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Warmest wishes happy holidays and a wonderful New Year.
I wish each of you a blessed and safe holiday season. I hope your heart is filled with love and joy.
Have a wonderful Christmas time
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This large llama stood right in front of our Jeep. Other llamas surrounded us. They all wanted food. In order to move on, I had to ease up. Stop. Ease up. Stop. Ease up. Stop. After about 10 minutes of this, the llama allowed us to pass.
Winter takes me down a darker path. I bought a ticket for the long way round. I am getting closer to the end. It’s an awesome ride. I like to think you’ll miss me when I’m gone.
As I consider this holiday season I know I will never pass this way again: these lights, this tree, these tasty treats, this combination of people, and all the rest will never be the same. These children will grow. We all will age. I will celebrate the existence of these unique moments. I will open my heart, my ears, my eyes, and my mind.
I will remember those who are no longer present in body and I will know they are present in spirit. I see them in the ornaments, the lights, and the treats. I hear them in the laughter of the children. I feel them in the love and traditions.
I am present in this festive dance. I am one with these moments. I can never pass this way again.
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In loving memory of Ram Dass my mantra for today is “I am loving awareness. I am loving awareness.”
Cracking My Egg 