I find myself in a position I am not particularly fond of... it looks something like "at a loss".
What I dislike most about not writing for a few days is that I lose the mojo.
"What mojo?" you might ask cynically. :)
An' maybe that's true. Maybe olm is only apparent to me, and only exists in this Mama's head. :?
Really though - there are two outlooks that one can take on this path; there is the "what the hell is the point?", which is related to "does it really matter?"... and there is the attitude of "Wow! Isn't this life amazing?" and "I am here to appreciate it (read: acknowledge its value, thereby making it even more valuable)."
The latter is my general attitude.
Not to falsely pretend that life is grand, of course, but to find, acknowledge, and celebrate the magic.
That sometimes gets more difficult to do if out of practice.
So I find myself out of practice for three days, not sure what to write, and having a pocket that is seemingly empty of sparklies.
So what do I have?
I have holiday season magic.
I have "most of the shopping done". Which means the 'musts' are taken care of, and anything else (coming up) is bonus.
Our days have looked like cleaning.
And Nintendo ds. (Trev's friend Damek let him borrow his DS for a few days. For the first few days it was "I can't believe Damek let me borrow this!" and lots of ds playing. Of course it got put on his final List. Yes, it's taken care of.)
Mama has taken inventory. Where we're at, who it's from, how many, so on and so on.
Yes - we're of That sort. Magic and stardust and dollies and roller skates and too much sugar and chemistry sets and paleontology digs and books and candycanes and walky-talkies and jinglebells and fancy art supplies and new underwear and socks and Christmas pj's and cookies for santa (and maybe a shot of whiskey) and carrots for the reindeer. All of it. A friend asked me the other day if Little Son still believes in Santa. I told her, "Yes. But his Mother does, too, so....."
Anything besides that?
Nothing to be graded, as it happens.
Life at the moment looks like driving carefully in the snow.
Leaving paint booby-traps for Dad, but which get Discovered by Mama and the dog.
Looking out for each other.
Trips to the snow-hill several feet from our front gate.
Baking our first loaves of french bread. (We're trying to master it, so that we might bake some artisian breads for gifts.)
Mentally composing letters to Santa.
Inquiries of the Globe.
Stacks and stacks of books.
Piles and piles of laundry.
Clean kitchen floors,
princes and paupers,
and warm toes.
Now isn't that funny?
Living it doesn't seem like anything fancy, or noteworthy.
But while remembering and recalling
it seems like the stuff of life,
and the stuff of Happines.
Hmmm. ' Might be a bit of sparkly in there, after all.
Here's to seeing the Love and Joy in this moment.
And now I have a Very Important Date with a little Gril and a stack of red and green stories....