The little grey squirrel–
sitting on the scaffolding outside my window–
doesn’t seem to be bothered by the pouring rain.
I need to adopt a squirrel attitude,
I guess nature asks it’s creatures to accept things.
Squirrel and his family have been very busy in my attic
since the end of summer.
The roof has an opening that can’t be closed
until the house repairs are done.
I am trying to have a Beatrix Potter attitude
about my house guests. It’s difficult.
They can be very noisy when they start scratching in
the wee hours.
And I am trying to be accepting
of the difficulties I face.
I am still standing.
I just have to hold on and do my best.
The shocks and losses of recent years
have been like a storm that subsides but does not
end.
It may keep going like this.
It’s entirely possible.
It’s that part of the movie.
The hero is tied to the dock and the waves are coming in.
I expect a lot more grief to come.
More hardships to carry and more
losses to face–
more heartache.
I am not so much afraid of it–
as preparing for it.
I am trying to face the coming year
With as much courage, calm and continued belief
that there is always good amongst the bad
and gifts amongst the challenges–
and joy within the pain.
And I am ready for it.
I am expecting it.
I am expecting myself to keep going
to keep believing and to keep trying
to live in happiness and openness and faith.
Despite the hard stuff.
Trying anyway.
My word for the coming year–
Yes I choose a word to call up the magic that it brings–
Resiliance.
That is what I need.
It’s a good word.
Bright shiny tough.
Resiliance.
I do not like Christmas or birthdays or celebrations
anything that has to happen on a certin day–
I prefer to celebrate for no reason.
I prefer to celebrate–just because.
But the true message of the season
The coming of hope and light into the world
Makes me shine a little.
Merry Christmas
