It began, as many things do - with good intentions. A photo or blog entry, every day throughout the month of December, seemed a festive and timely idea. All went well until....December 23rd.
It began early in the day - there were phone and internet problems. Cox Communications and I tussled about how to repair the problem. They would send a technician to the house the next day. I missed my blog entry / photo of the day on December 23rd. I was bummed.
On the morning of December 24th, I woke up early. There was still much to do in preparation for the Christmas celebration that would bring the family to my house on December 25th. As I poured a cup of coffee, I looked out the window and could see that the trees, fence, and houses were bathed in a pale pink winter light. The sky was vivid with rosy hues. I threw on some clothes and rushed to the beach to watch the sunrise. I stood on the sidewalk at West Beach in a sharp, cold, offshore wind. The black clouds on the horizon were portents of an approaching storm.
I watched as hundreds and hundreds of pelicans flew in from the sea, enormous drifts of them circling above the sand before landing, while hundreds and hundreds more continued to arrive.
I stood alone in the morning, watching the sun rise from the sea - a molten glow - to claim the day.
I had a clear moment - a sweet breath of awe and gratitude. I was reminded that although I can make plans, it is best, sometimes, to just let go and see what the day does for itself, without my help or intervention. It is enough - it is as it should be.
So the holiday came and went.
There was joy. There was love, friends and family. There was activity and rest. Giving - receiving. Marvel and beauty. Problems and solutions. Humor and hope. It was all wonderful, just as it was.
And finally, two days later, computer and phone connections were restored. The New Year is looking bright.