This post is about a Christmas more than ten years ago, when Larry and I were living in Florida and had decided to opt-out of the industrial consumer Christmas. It’s from an earlier blog I had about Nature.
I realize that what I am about to describe here may seem sparse to some of you, however, keep in mind that where I am today is the result of about twenty-five years of inching away from commercial Christmas and moving closer to Nature. The original title was “Chrismas Debriefing” because I wrote it after Christmas.
I didn’t buy a Christmas tree this year, but one appeared on Christmas Eve. Larry went down to Home Depot to buy some hardware parts and came back with a Christmas tree! “They were just giving them away for free,” he said. He set it up and we put little white lights on it and the gold star on the top and it was perfect.
Even though I was born in 1955, I was not raised to be a homemaker.
Like many other women of my generation, the women’s movement came along and convinced me that there were more important things to do than make a home for myself, a husband, and a family. In addition, my mother was a piano teacher and our house her studio. Her self-employment gave our family economic benefits, but she didn’t make for us a home.
My early years, however, were not completely without role models. I had two grandmothers who were wonderful homemakers.
I think Jack-o-lanterns are my favorite of all seasonal symbols. Today they are the quintessential Halloween icon, yet the first jack-o-lanterns weren’t carved in pumpkins at all–they were made from turnips.
Jack-o-lanterns originated many centuries ago in Europe. The Celtic people there had a seasonal celebration called Samhain. The celebration honored death because it was the season of death–all around them, leaves were falling, grasses were drying out, and animals that could not be overwintered because of lack of food and shelter were slaughtered to be eaten over the barren winter. As all the life energies of the earth go underground to prepare for new growth the next spring, it was natural to acknowledge the end of the cycle of life for the year, get ready for the long, cold, lifeless winter ahead.
Since the world is watching monster hurricane Dorian today, and waiting to see if it will make landfall on the east coast of the USA, I thought I would post a piece I wrote about hurricanes that I wrote some years ago when I was living in Florida and experiencing hurricanes for the first time.
Yesterday we went on our first tandem bike ride to an actual destination
After Larry had a heart attack last November, he was sent to rehab, which involved supervised exercise three times a week while being hooked up to machines that monitored his heart. Since he was going, I thought I would go too. I did the same aerobic exercise program—which included a standard exercise bike and a bike that also exercises arms at the same time—without the heart monitor.