It was sort of an anxious kind of day. Maybe you’ve had one of those recently, too, even if we have just entered December, that “most wonderful time of the year.”
I was feeling a little troubled, but I walked down the hill to where the blackberries are, set my timer, and got to work.
Here are highlights from my berry clearing session, which turned out to be a sort of gift for me:
First Sunday of Advent 2020
My friend Patricia’s advent wreath. You can find her blog at www.paperthinplaces.com.
I am sitting in the car with my dog in the parking lot of the Nordic ski center. My son has his first unofficial day of cross country ski practice today. Unofficial, because we still do not know if the state youth sports organization will allow sports to go on at all. His high school is not a mountain school, but we are close enough that they have fielded a team for many years. Nordic is more like a club than a fiercely competitive sport there; anyone can come and learn to ski. The school supplies all the equipment. We just have to buy his pass and get him up the mountain. It’s not a problem on a sunny, blue-skies day like today. It’s a little more problematic when winter storms finally arrive. They haven’t yet, and there is no snow in the forecast for the next few weeks. This is winter in the Sierra Nevada mountains of California these days.
Behind me, there is a beautiful, bright, warm ski lodge with a locker room, a fireplace, and hot chocolate. It’s closed now because of the COVID. So I wait in the car. Other parents are in their cars around me, all of us alone. It’s the Sunday of Thanksgiving weekend. I predict a slow drive home, as we will have to enter the traffic stream that will be crowded with Bay Area bound folks returning from their long holiday Continue Reading…
Honoring the Wild Grace of the Everyday
