All in Seasons
Recently I was fortunate enough to go to London to watch the Broncos play a game against the Jaguars. Friends have asked me (and still are) how my trip was. I like to be transparent and sincere in my responses especially when I know that the person asking is genuinely asking. The trip itself was nice, but my life after has been forever changed.
Ho, Ho, Ho! The countdown is on. Plans are being made to spend time with family and friends because Hanukkah and Christmas are great reasons to gather. Especially since we had a couple holiday seasons under the Covid regime, I think many of us cannot wait to be within six feet of each other and without masks on this year. ‘Tis the season.
I started this post on December 17, 2018 and I just found it in my Drafts box when I was looking thru all my Christmas posts. I thought now would be a good time to finish writing the post and change the title.
Holiday Huddle. I can’t take the credit for the birth of this concept - my friend Megan Hendrickson passed it along to me when we lived in MPLS. She questioned why professional sports teams in the Twin Cities haven’t come together for causes that would benefit the community? The question made me pause. Then she added, “We should get the Vikings and the Wild to do something together, “ because she had ties to the Wild.
I finally practiced yoga after a four or five month hiatus. The yoga hiatus was not because I needed a break from it. Gosh, I love yoga. No matter how intentional I want to be, life just rolls right over my practice. You’d think I would make it a top priority since everything about yoga makes me feel like Barb Pellicer Paton. When I come back to yoga after missing it, I find myself again. That’s the cool thing about yoga. When life gets in the way of practicing, which it will always fight to do, there is peace knowing that I will find myself again.
I was on the website NationalDayCalendar.com looking over some of the national days for this upcoming week and although there were many days that sounded interesting, I choose to write posts about the national days that I truly resonate with. Since I love giving and receiving orchids, I decided to learn more about National Orchid Day. Wow, I did not expect to be pulled at my heartstrings but this national day just tugged away. You can click on the links above to read the full story but be prepared for some tears. Or you can just get the watered down version below:
I recently read a quote on a billboard that said, “The root of joy is gratefulness.” I looked up the quote and learned that David Steindl-Rast was the one who said this. Not sure why I have never seen or heard this quote until now but I’m so glad to know about it now. No wonder I don’t ever think being grateful is a chore. The more I’m grateful the more I am filled with joy. Makes a lot of sense.
For the last fifteen of the 25 years that my hub has been in the NFL, I have stayed put for the holiday season. I was pregnant with our first child 15 years ago and once she came into the world, I became a mom so I didn’t travel anywhere for the holidays because logistically, it didn’t make sense. However, this year, for the first time since I became a mom, I am not home for the holidays.
There is really a national day that celebrates re-gifting and the date is before Christmas. To be specific, it’s always celebrated the Thursday before Christmas. I would have thought this national day would be after Christmas so that we could celebrate all of the presents that we receive that we are not going to use.
Ok the title of this blog is not misspelled. I am aware that the phrase is Bah Humbug and it is what people associate with discontent around the holidays. I have purposely called this post Blah Hmmm Bug because I wanted to share a few things about the 2021 Holiday Season. But first, a Christmas story.
I may be slow in getting things organized around my house but I am very thoughtful in my approach. I’m pretending that we just moved into our “forever” house and I’m using this time to put up safe guards to ensure that I don’t collect too many things again.
As Father’s Day approaches, one of my besties, Reena, is preparing for her father to die soon. I have been listening to her as she shares very condensed versions of what she has been going thru. There are necessary steps, paperwork and procedures that must be taken care of and on top of that, she is coordinating “last” visits with her father’s community of friends. Reena sums it up by saying that it reminds her of planning a wedding.
