Holidays have not been the same now that I'm solo. They signal the end of the year, another birthday and a time to try to keep looking forward. Still, I'm finding things to be thankful for - reconnections, a President who is intelligent and not prone to Palinesque outbursts, sufficiency, digital cameras, a challenging job, and a faithful furry companion. For now, that's enough. Sufficiency and simplicity.
The aroma of spice and cinnamon fills the house, the lights are about to go up, the tree about to be assembled. All's well in this little corner of the world. Time to buckle up and brave the shopping madness.
What I wouldn't give to happen upon a random act of culture like this one while shopping. It takes me back to a simpler time. A glorious complex choral piece, memories of practices starting in college through my various incarnations and life seasons - a gentle thread. The pleasure of lifting a voice as part of something larger. Unplugged and each a contributor. The sounds of the season. Giving thanks.