On The 4th Day of Christmas ....

..... It's a quiet Sunday afternoon here in the woods; and I'm finally finding a little time to reflect on what the Merry Season has meant for us this year.

I've been fighting a respiratory infection for the last two weeks, so I've been very thankful that the usual chores intrinsic to Christmas preparations were well and truly done early in December. Thus, the last week-plus of the Advent time I've been able to spend wrapped in warmth, as the rains and cold weather swept into our north woods. Many a day I sat before the wood stove in the parlor, with a wooly throw over my lap, reading a bit and dozing – while John, my dear, ran about stoking the fire, shopping for groceries, and cooking nourishing meals. And I've slept, oh how I have slept! (I have to get out of this 10-hours-a-night routine soon!)

But in spite of that, we've had some very nice little celebration times. Joe, Kathie, and Josh came up in early December for a supper before the fire, bringing lovely gifts for us before they had to go down to Santa Barbara for the holiday. And on Christmas night, Julie and her family came along for dinner, bringing more gifts to delight us. In the meantime, the UPS, FedEx, and post-person made almost daily treks up the mountain to bring us packages from everywhere. We have been so blessed!

Well, there are eight more days until Twelfth Night signals the end of the Yuletide celebrations; we plan to carry on as we've begun, with quiet days and nights in our woodland home, surrounded by lovely gifts – and the loveliest gift of all is the knowledge of the joy that we hear when we speak to each of our family members by phone or electronic communications. Though most of us are far apart in physical distance, I know we all are together in spirit.

Where Did The Time Go? Now There Are Two!

Good Heavens! I missed a day; not at all surprising, at this point in the calendar. In fact I've missed quite a few days, with this bug I've been fighting; so today, we bundled up and fared forth in some welcome sunshine at noon, to face the madding crowds at the Safeway grocery. But first, we stopped for sustenance at Heavenly Cafe, on the way to the shopping center; they served up a celestial hot potato soup and real home-roasted turkey sandwiches. Thus prepared, we barged our way into the supermarket and got everything anyone could possibly need in the way of holiday foodstuffs – in only an hour of concerted effort on both our parts. ("You tackle the produce department, I'll find the Latkes mix and the whipping cream.")
Now safely home, we can see that the puffy little white clouds are developing some muscle, and the rains that have been promised again for tonight through Christmas should be coming soon.
But all is well, really; we have warmth and light, so far – and lovely music in the evenings. We bought a full recording of "Die Fledermaus" with the great Kiri Te Kanawa singing Rosalinde; and a fine fruitcake from Gethsemani Abbey Farm. Those are our Christmas gifts to ourselves.
Our crazy neighbor and good friend Peter has outdone himself in decorating the outside and roof of his funky house; you could even say it glows! We knew we had a myriad of tiny white lights strung around our oak trees in the front yard, so didn't think about getting anything else for outside; but alas, it turns out none of the strings will light up. (However, there's plenty of warmth and light inside this cottage; and at night our tree lights are visible far and wide.) Next year we will do something about exterior decorating for the holidays – no inflatable Santas or Disney Pooh characters, we promise.
Is everybody ready for Christmas Eve?

Yippee-Ay-Aye, Four Days Away

Happy Solstice, everyone! Now the world will be turning toward the morning, until "Sumer Is Icumen In" -- and we await the Light of Christmas Day.

I'd love to hear what each of you are doing as the days dwindle down; if you have time, leave me a comment when you check in here.

Here's what we've been up to:
Our superb butcher at Johnnie's Super, who hails from the British Midlands, was able to find venison stew meat for us at a supplier, and we have filled a corner of our freezer with the luscious packets he put up for us. I see a Renaissance Meat Pie in our near future!

Yesterday morning, I put on a wonderful crockpot full of a pound of the venison, with all the accoutrements required to make a hot and spicy Goulasch; it scented the house all day, and was utterly delicious when we partook of it in the evening. (If anyone wants the fantastic recipe I used, let me know -- it included dried cranberries and mushrooms and a lot of yummy stuff.)

In the late afternoon we lit candles at the kitchen dining table and finished off a (reheated) treat from the day before – baked apple stuffed with raisins, brown sugar and cinnamon (with a wee dollop of vanilla ice cream on top); it made a loverly little afternoon tea treat.

I'm still confined to house-arrest, but getting better gradually; John does all the running around, and it ain't easy either: the weather has turned cold and drizzly. But he got out to church this morning, and did a job of grocery procurement; and when he came in I had made a soup out of last evening's Hirsch-Goulasch, so that warmed him up nicely. He's napping right now!

This evening after the fire is lit, as the rain pelts down outside, we will have our Advent Wreath ceremony – and then we'll light all the little candles in the parlor and listen to music ... and thank God for our cozy and safe little home.

Updates from the Rockport Weekend Celebration

Here are a couple of notes from my girls Leenie and Teri, as they gather with other clan members for a pre-Christmas celebration in Massachusetts .... even the current good old nor'easter blizzard can't stop the fun!
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Eileen sent this on Saturday morning:

Hey MA,
we are here, in Boston, safe and sound, in the airport hilton, we had a good nights sleep (8 hours!) and Rosie and Linda are going to drive us up to Glosta a little later. Can't wait. Teri tells me she is snowed in, the plows havent' come yet! Remember those days?! Anyway her boys are thrilled and throwing snowballs etc. And Greg is like a little kid, being an Aussie the whole idea of a white Christmas is just a big treat for him!
I did bring my computer in the end, as I wanted to keep writing. Will send some more dispatches if you like, still humming away on the Medici theme tune...
Hope all is cozy and lovely there.
Souffle clan coming thru this eve and we'll do the Rockport xmas pageant, but first I will get a treatment from Rosie (Cranial osteopathy I think!) and have a nap.

Love and hugs
Leenie xxx
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and Teri sent this, on Saturday afternoon:

Hey Ma....last email for a bit now...it's 2:30 pm ish out here and here's the latest:
Rosie and Linda picked up Leenie and Greg for me, in their Toyota Tank, a big help and efficient, actually. They are now at the Tuck Inn, having a nap. Rosie and Linda came over here and the five of us dug into my massive homemade lasagna and some nice crusty baguette...then we ate some Christmas cookies made by me and Wes last night (the Christmas Piggy! the Christmas dolphin, of course)...now everyone is outside with Buddy (who ADORES snow and is careening around), shoveling, throwing snowballs, and uncovering my car. We will soon head over to Rockport, the little town that time forgot and the decades cannot improve...
Dave text-ed me from the Mass Pike a few minutes ago, they are making good progress. We estimate they will join us in Rockport around 4 pm-ish.
We will not bring Buddy with us to Rockport...last year, the farm animals TERRIFIED him; he is a big baby.
So the Annual Rockport Christmas Pageant, complete with baaaaaing sheep and Donkey Odie and Ladies o' Bethlehem and Wise Guys and narrator with Boston accent (Luke's version....Dave, as you may know, waits to hear how the babe was laid in a "mange-ah"), set to commence at 5 pm. My favorite part is the end, when the whole crowd assembles around the creche on the Congregational Church's lawn to sing "Silent Night." Even the most hardened agnostic sings along! Beautiful. Can't wait.
Can't wait to see Leenie and Greg. And the Lamberts! The Rowan!!! I want to read him "Santa Mouse" later!!!
So you and John, with this description, are, I hope, here in spirit....

Ho ho ho: 5 Days To Go!

Woodsmoke scents the piney air up here on this cold morning; the sun shines brightly, just for today; and where the heavy rains of the past week have left little pools of water on the ground, the light dances on those surfaces – looking like the tiny fairy lights on our Christmas tree. Our friendly neighborhood squirrels are out in force, scurrying along the tops of fences and pouncing to the ground when they spot another fallen acorn.

We await more rain, possibly even snow, as the weekend progresses; I just had an "instant message" from granddaughter Caitlin in Seattle, warning of a blizzard moving into their area: and predictions are for that storm to head right down the California coast to our mountains, by Sunday evening.

I've had a quiet week indoors, as the skies rained down mercy (which, as you know, droppeth as a gentle rain from heaven upon the place beneath) – and my shopping, wrapping, packing of boxes and mailing were all finished, a week ago. My war against a bronchial virus kept me lying very low these past few rainy days, wrapped in a warm faux-mink throw and huddled by the fire in the parlor wood stove (I'll take any excuse I can get, to stay lazy and cozy while my dear husband runs about doing the shopping and cooking and bringing me medicine and hot drinks!)

We are so liberally blessed in this home; and my thankful prayers go forth to God this morning especially, with the good news that our Britishers have arrived safely in Boston, bound for Cape Ann and a white Christmas gathering at eldest daughter Teri's home in Gloucester.

So the next five days promise to be as lovely as the past week, with more stormy weather coming to provide permission for further cozy huddling by the fire – and lots of hot tea with honey. Winnie-the-Pooh would love it here, almost as much as I do!

Neighborhood Stories

This past weekend we had some good neighborhood experiences. On Saturday, the little crowd up in our corner of this country club (Peter, and Teresa/Ted) were out helping our Bracken Brae residents down the road to dig trenches and ditches to divert water from the rains away from their homes. I and John were assigned to provide a lunch for the work crew that day: but they finished early, due to the aforementioned rains which started up unexpectedly early; so we offered a Rain Check lunch for them for Sunday noon instead, after they finished the work.

Meanwhile, I made up a big cauldron of meaty lentil soup and stocked in sandwich rolls and condiments and meats/cheeses – and baked oatmeal-raisin-chocochip-walnut cookies.

On Sunday morning it was raining again, but the brave crew got out and finished their work anyway; and then they showed up at our door. Before they got here, I took a basket with a lunch made up of the soup and sandwich stuff and cookies and drove down to our park Treasurer's house: Lynne is recuperating from hip surgery and was sad to be stuck indoors while others were out working; she's 75 years old, but always digs right along with the rest when she can.

We had a fire going in the living room woodstove, and our Christmas tree lights twinkling, as the cold and wet crew came in; and we all had a jolly couple of hours slurping up the hot soup and other viands and gathering around the fire for cookies and tea. We got to hear a great deal more of neighborhood lore (i.e. gossip) and came to like our new friends even better. We talked about Lynne, and about her friend and neighbor across the street, old Connie: she is the spittin' image of a tough frontier Granny, and was out there digging the ditches with her one good hand (which usually has a cigarette dangling from the fingers) -- her other hand has been injured temporarily, probably in chopping down redwoods or wrangling a bear, or something. But Connie doesn't like to socialize, so she didn't join us, sadly.

Later in the afternoon, we had the house to ourselves, and enjoyed a lovely, quiet evening by the fire, listening to a recording we'd made earlier in the day, of the "Prairie Home Companion" show from NYC this weekend – with guests Met diva Renée Fleming and the great Yo Yo Ma accompanying her on his cello.

On Tuesday morning, after a ripping all-night rain with great peals of thunder rolling down the valley, neighbor Peter came knocking at our door as we were finishing breakfast. "Want to go out and play in the snow?" he inquired. John was up for that, I was not (having a slight throat infection but being extra-cautious). So off the boys went in Peter's four-wheel drive wagon, up a couple of miles on Route 9 and then canting onto a rough road that heads straight up vertically; and they found a couple of inches of depth at the top of the grade. It is not revealed whether they made snowballs and pelted each other, or created snow angels on the white stuff – whatever they did, it must have been a might chilly up there; I was glad to stay home and make chicken soup, myself!

An Advent Meditation: Sunday, December 14

"It's That Time Of Year...."

My favorite season of the entire year has begun; and I thought it time for me to say why, and to describe how John and I like to celebrate this December time.

The dictionary defines the lower-case "advent" as "a coming into being." That's how I think of this time of honoring of Christ's birth: it is a celebration of The Ground of Being coming into being in our full humanity. To love completely, one must understand as completely as possible, I believe; and Jesus is the embodiment of that love of our God that longed to understand creation by full participation in it, in order to so love us. Jesus certainly did walk many a mile in our moccasins, and that last mile, up the hill toward Calvary, must have required more love than I think I could call up.

Anyway, when we lived in southern Germany, I learned to love many of the customs those jolly Bavarians like to keep around this time of year: lots of candles to brighten the home as the days turn darkest; festive, spicy cookies and other baked goods to scent the air and tickle the palate; hot chocolate around the fireside; and special observances in homes, concert halls, and churches on the four weekends preceding the Big Day.

On Christmas Eve morning, we'll keep our tradition of attending virtual Vespers, the beloved "Carols From Kings College, Cambridge", via the magic of the blessed BBC and NPR airwaves, as we sip hot cocoa by the fire in our PJ's – the easiest and loveliest "church service" you could ever imagine!

And from our Catholic childhood roots, we keep the Advent Wreath tradition. So on the Sunday evenings in December, we have our own private little home liturgy. We take turns lighting the next of the four candles around the evergreen wreath and trade off readings from Scripture or from more modern sources (poetry, thoughtful essays, books about the season's religious or social-justice connotations). It's a beautiful way to help us keep the Sabbath holy – a custom that has gone the way of so many good ones in modern times.

Let me add a bit more about that last comment. For much of the year, we are the first among sinners, if not keeping the Sabbath is a sin; but when we do remind ourselves, as we most often do at this Advent time at least, of how important it is – not for God, but for us, who need the R & R (relaxation and renewal) – we are always grateful to observe the day. When we can manage our time so that we don't have to go out shopping, or do heavy work around the house, or do worry-work on the computer – today, for instance – we find the blessed time for what is really most important about life: visiting with friends, reading, doing a little spiritual journaling, even just sitting and gazing into the fire.

AH, well do I remember all the hysteria of planning, shopping, baking, wrapping, card-sending, and visits to Santa that accompanied us throughout the years when all the children were little; and I know that for young parents, it just isn't very possible to set aside a whole day for peace. Or is it? After all, the truly orthodox Jews keep Sabbath holy, no matter what else is on their daily plates. At least, everyone could try to find some patch of time on Sunday – even for a couple of hours before or after dinner – when the whole household could come to a halt with the Christmas preparations, homework, and chores, and just be together in some comfort. It's worth a try, I think.

We try to have something a little more festive in the way of Sunday dinner during December, too: a fine old-fashioned pot roast, maybe – or as tonight, some baked curried chicken with rice, and roasted cauliflower.

Finally, I am so happy to note that some of our progeny have taken to heart and custom our own efforts to be mindful of all those who don't have the blessings and good fortune that have come our own way. Giving donations to agencies that help the poor; taking time to help feed or clothe the needy in the community; working for peace and justice in many ways; these are the truest and most important gifts of the season.

The older I've gotten, the more I've come to realize that what Francis, the poor and humble man from Assisi, said is really true: it is in giving that we receive. As my grandchildren grow up, I know they will learn this from the example of their parents and will come to integrate it into their lives, enriching not only those to whom they give their time, talents and treasure, but immensely enriching their own lives.

I think that all of life is Waiting; Advent just reminds me more vividly that our hearts were made for God, and will be ever restless until we rest in his eternal love and peace.