Last night I started pulling out Christmas decorations and finished off today with the tree trimmed and stockings hung. Once I was finished I stepped back to admire my work and then out of no where started to cry. I stood in my living room staring at the stocking hook (a large board with pegs for hanging stockings, on which my mom tole painted a classic Christmas scene sometime during the early 80's) that hung in my childhood home every Christmas and wondered where the emotion was coming from. Was I nostalgic for my childhood? Am I missing my mom (she is with my sister in Illinois for Thanksgiving)? Am I sad about my parents' divorce? As all of these thoughts strolled through my mind and rolled down my cheeks I decided that it didn't matter why. At that moment I was just grateful for the emotion that I felt and that my life has been so richly lived.
Monday, November 19, 2007
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8 comments:
Very touching...Christmas softens the heart.
you're such a goof... and come on, Christmas before Thanksgiving? Love You!
Love you Amy! I wish we could see you this Thanksgiving!
Thanks for sharing that. I often have feelings like that that come from who-knows-where and I generally just keep them to myself. I'm glad you didn't. I have to tell you, you were a fun kid, but you are an incredible adult. I wish we lived closer.
I know what you mean, the holidays bring that out. This will be the first Christmas that I am not with my parents and I am sure I will be posting something very similiar. However, I love the Holidays!
ebb and flow. Feel it deeply and let go. . ..
Besides, I am kinda pissed you got that stocking thing. Its so cool.
I love emotions that you can't quite pinpoint. It was probably all of those things you mentioned and more.
It was so nice to be able to talk to you today. The holidays are strange. They have a way of bringing out so many emotions that may have been bottled up for so long; but I think you're right, sometimes it feels good to just let it all out.
Love you.
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