I don't remember my godmother Florence McDonald or my godfather Getto McDonald. Perhaps when I was an infant before returning to MD from CO they visited often or we visited them. Or perhaps they showed up for the Baptism and that was that. What I do remember is year after year after year receiving a Christmas present from them and after the death of Getto, just her. The gift was always nice, but not extravagant. I still have some of them. When I was young I had to write a thank you. It was checked and then sent. As I got older I enjoyed writing the note or letter in thank you. And as an adult, we corresponded and exchanged pictures. How blessed I was to have these people in my life. I cannot find the pictures I had. My creative filing has taken them somewhere. They will reappear in time. They came to my mind because it is Christmas time and although it has been years since Florence died, I still think of her and the excitement of getting something from her. What a beautiful legacy.
People pass though our lives when we are young, middle aged and old.
Some are family or friends or coworkers or neighbors.
They all make an impression on us.
They mold us. Some shape us more than others.
So many of these people have disappeared from my life and this earth.
I do a little exercise every now and again.
Who influenced me the most and how and why?
Amazing the answers I come up with and it shifts and changes.
Walking today with Shunka I found really neat tracks. I had an idea of what they were, but emailed Rick to get his idea. He agreed Otter tracks. They are many in the woods between Seavey Field Road and the nest. Be nifty to see in person the otters making the tracks.
Went back later to roof rake and to walk along along the tracks to see where they went and while there an eagle flew over. Wanted to be out. Needed to be out and walking. Tomorrow will be stormy. Today was a balmy warm 22.5 that is PLUS temps. The coast sounds like it will take the blunt of snows and winds, but one is never sure until it is over.
What you needs comes to you. Had been searching for New Year's inspiration and lo and behold, Patricia posted this on FB. Timely? You bet.
2018 ahead. May it be the best of years.
New Year Poem by May Sarton
Let us step outside for a moment As the sun breaks through clouds And shines on wet new fallen snow, And breathe the new air. So much has died that had to die this year.
We are dying away from things. It is a necessity—we have to do it Or we shall be buried under the magazines, The too many clothes, the too much food. We have dragged it all around Like dung beetles Who drag piles of dung Behind them on which to feed, In which to lay their eggs. Let us step outside for a moment Among ocean, clouds, a white field, Islands floating in the distance. They have always been there. But we have not been there. We are going to drive slowly And see the small poor farms, The lovely shapes of leafless trees Their shadows blue on the snow. We are going to learn the sharp edge Of perception after a day’s fast. There is nothing to fear. About this revolution… Though it will change our minds. Aggression, violence, machismo Are fading from us Like old photographs Faintly ridiculous (Did a man actually step like a goose To instill fear? Does a boy have to kill To become a man?) Already there are signs. Young people plant gardens. Fathers change their babies’ diapers And are learning to cook. Let us step outside for a moment. It is all there Only we have been slow to arrive At a way of seeing it. Unless the gentle inherit the earth There will be no earth.
Christmas is over. The reality is that I sigh a sigh of relief. It used to be a holiday I loved, enjoyed, relished. Christmas has gotten broken over the years with commercialism, and religion of all things. It is the Christians born again who seem to mess it up. That is nuts. "Merry Christmas" my foot. I shall greet my friends as I wish. I looked at 89 pictures of my grandnephews opening gifts in Maryland. It took 5 hours with some eating in between. It was painful to see every wish fulfilled PLUS PLUS PLUS ... too much of a muchness for my soul. If at 3 you get everything plus, what are your expections in life. I love giving AND I enjoy receiving. I am always thankful that someone remembered me with some love in a box or a card or a meal. If we could simplify Christmas getting rid of Christmas in the stores in October, Black Friday, Cyber Monday etc etc. and the expectations of alway expecting the wishlist of gifts to be fulfilled, it would thrill me and take away some of the angst the holidays bring. It is so sad that the meaning and the magic of Christmas has poofed with the commercialism of it. Sound like Grinch and I am to a degree. I WORK to enjoy the holiday and it should not be work. Having survived this one in realitivy good spirits I shall put it behind me and work on the new year 2018 which we shall hope and pray is an improvement and less stressful than insane 2017. Negativity gets us no where and I shall try to be as positive as can be in the upcoming year. HO HOs not Humbugs.