Keeping the Peace (17)

Sunday, December 14th
When I wonder what to write for my Christmas letter, nothing comes but a vague sense of knowing, like a remembered dream, or as if viewed from underwater, blurred and indistinct. What was my year? How might I lay it down on the page? What will I choose, pluck whole from the blurred images, the trout tickled from the icy stream? It was a second hard year for me, but I turned a corner with Indian summer. Do I try to explain? Or do I try to capture the odd ethereal quality of the light on my arm as I sit in our courtyard garden on this winter afternoon, the cats both napping beside me on their pillows? I savor this ease, this togetherness. Sundays have always been sacred to me, a holdover, I think, from my childhood when the world would stop for the day. I wrap the lazy quiet around me like a cloak. I feel the sun on my throat, my collarbone, speaking to my thyroid. I am inclined to be tender with myself today, a warm regard that is new to me. For the moment things fall away, the hectic work week behind me, all the preparations that lie now between me and Christmas. I want to keep this with me, so I make a vow. I will remember to relish the cold air on my nose in the early mornings between now and then and to listen for the new songbird in our Palo Verde. I will remember to revel in the glistening magic of the colored lights on the fig tree outside the window when I turn over in the middle of the night. I will stop in the late afternoon to feel the sudden coolness on my skin the second the sun sinks behind the mountains like it’s doing right now. I’ll touch this peace again. I’ll look for the white-crowned sparrows visiting for the winter, so small but somehow sturdy. I’ll watch them flit about on the ground beneath the feeders, like I am watching them now, with a glad and grateful heart. And I’ll wish you your own delicious moments now and always.

5 thoughts on “Keeping the Peace (17)

  1. this is beautiful, Riba, catching the sense of what is barely catch-able; and a personal vow to stay tuned.

  2. I love this entry. Reading this on New Year’s Eve, it seems so appropriate.
    We wish you much contentment and unexpected delights in 2015.

  3. Thank you, both. I just know it is so easy for me to get wrapped up in work and busyness and forget to stop. ;-)

  4. me too. But your entries often are not only reminders, but also an occasion to relax and enJoy. Thanks for that.

  5. Ah. That is lovely to hear, too. I think I feel that way about reading in general, perhaps, but certain things in particular—they give me a chance to stop in some ways. Thanks, Laurie.

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