Gratitude Sunday: In With The New

Gratitude * Sunday
Sunday’s heartfelt tradition.
A time to slow down, to reflect, to be grateful.
A list of gratitudes, our gratefulness feeds one another.
Quoted from Taryn Wilson
Joining the Gratitude Sunday Tradition at Wooly Moss Roots.

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Sunday Haiku
Blue sky laced by strings
of wet pearly clouds on a
gray velvet pillow.

Sunday Musings
Oh, what a relief to have a month’s anticipation done and Christmas Day over. The family parties and traveling are finished. The colorful paper has been ripped and shiny ribbons tossed everywhere. Mister Kitty preferred the ribbons to the little plastic balls with the bells inside them. Gifts have been deposited in the room where they live and incorporated into the household. Christmas tree sales stands and signs have disappeared for another year and after-Christmas sales are almost over; I found a couple cheap rolls of colorful Christmas paper on sale this weekend with hardly any other shoppers to impede my progress.

The tree still lurks in my living room growing crispier every day. It will come down on New Year’s Day, windows and doors wide open to bring in the new year and sweep out the old. In the meantime the coniferous hulk remains lit every day to prevent a gloomy looming quality it takes on as it crisps and gravity begins to take its toll as the lean of the tree in its stand becomes more pronounced.

It’s time to ring in the new year. I love to change the calendars after midnight on the first day of the year in the most wee hours, so when I wake in the morning the new year is set in place. Ornaments will be boxed and stored one more year. Out goes the tree. Out comes the white table cloth. Doors and windows are opened, rain or shine, warm or cold, sandalwood incense is paraded through every room and the new year is welcomed into my house.

Funny little traditions each person has. At midnight I open the door to the fresh night air and blow the small collection of noisemakers we have to wake and shake the neighborhood, making as much noise as I can with them. I hear other noisemakers around the block. I yell for the neighborhood and the universe to hear, “Happy New Year. Thank you for the old year. You are here. You take up space. You matter.” Me too. Wherever you are open a window or a door at midnight and make a joyful noise.

Color Watch – colorful attractions in my neighborhoods this week – color shows up in interesting ways this time of year: faded rose hips gone from lime green last July to bright red in October to this faded orange before they rot or are pruned off; DSCN7231 fluffy pale yellow blooms of fungus; DSCN7244 I love the blend of textures and colors in this picture: the green moss, the yellow fungus bloom, the brown bark, ash-white lichens, a bit of exposed reddish-colored root, and gray stones; DSCN7242 a bronze leathery leaf surfs atop red berried spikes; DSCN7247 earth prepares for a blossoming spring, the pale green pre-leaves of an iris bed, DSCN7251 shiny yellow green spears of daffodil, DSCN7253 bright green hyacinth heads; DSCN7250 soft emeralds of moss; DSCN7246 and holiday red berries and green leaves. DSCN7256

Currently Reading – Out on the Porch: An Evocation in Pictures and Words (1992, history) by Reynolds Price; I Work at a Public Library: A Collection of Crazy Stories from the Stacks (2014, humor) by Gina Sheridan; Water Exercises for Osteoarthritis (2007, exercise therapy) by Ann Rosenstein. Yes, concurrently.

This week I have been grateful for:

  • Family finding time to gather together and deciding to try a barbecue gathering in the summer in addition to Christmas.
  • Because I don’t need much, the lovely small thoughtful gifts I received.
  • Knowing the things I want are just that: things I want, and not necessary to make my life or living better.
  • Giving. To myself. To others.
  • Sight and vision.
  • The insight and visions of others.
  • Rural air unspoiled by pollution. My neighborhood still smells of rain washed trees, rich damp soil, and the occasional whiff from the farmers’s fields nearby.
  • Being done with Christmas for another year.
  • Looking forward to the new year.
  • The return of the light.
  • Frog song from under my front porch.
  • This moment. And this. And this.
  • Water.

Hoping you have a lovely week.

Namaste. Peace. Blessings.

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Floral ribbon border by Laurel Burch

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3 Responses to Gratitude Sunday: In With The New

  1. piratesorka says:

    Return of the light. Oh yes please, make it so Capt. Kate! I need more light.
    I don’t have any little rituals connected to New Years, probably because its my least favorite holiday. I would be hard pressed to think of more than two or three (that is pushing it) that were memorable in the least. Mostly I just find myself glad to still be here, to try and do things better once again.

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    • sassykas says:

      This year, on New Year’s Day, creatively add a couple lights to your home. A new Victorian lamp post. Some little led lights hanging from your ceiling. A second light over your breakfast area and turn it on every morning. Invest in LEDs not the compact fluorescent which are full of mercury. Have fun with it. I get up in the morning and walk through the house turning on all the lights just so I can wake up enough to get ready for work.

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