Monday/Third Week of Advent

courtesy Wiki-How
courtesy Wiki-How

Several years ago there was a movie titled The Tomato That Ate New York. I know, I know. But really, there was.

Today, not a movie, we have the cold that ate Kansas City. You might ask how those are related. But that was what I was thinking this morning when Cliff finally came down with a sore throat after me struggling for a week with hacking and stuffed sinuses and trying to keep it from him. Other friends, along with yours truly, are saying the are ALMOST well – this after days and days of it hanging on. We are limping toward Bethlehem.

The thing is, we’re going whether limping or running or walking and we’re carrying our baggage. And plenty of Kleenex.

I guess if I can see the absurd in the whole thing, I really am beginning to heal.

We never want to go into the Christmas season sick or wounded or tired or troubled. And yet. We do. Often. Others are grieving – the loss of friends, the loss of family, lost childhood, lost innocence, lost dreams. Lost joy.

I learned a lot from my mother. Whenever another ache or trouble or illness happened, she’d shrug. Getting older, she’d say, beats the alternative. She didn’t complain.

The Christmas season is hard on many people. That may be why they are rushing, pretending that getting it all done will bring happiness. My mother knew waking up each morning was happiness.

So be as kind as possible on this journey to and with your fellow travelers. We all carry our own invisible baggage. We all need to put it down and sometimes we do; and sometimes we are at peace.

Let this day, this small space of time, if only when you’re reading this, be peaceful. Breathe. Give thanks. We’re still going to Bethlehem – there’s no way around it. And it’s just ahead.

4 thoughts on “Monday/Third Week of Advent

  1. susansayings says:

    Sorry you’re sick–and now Cliff, too. But grateful that you’re still writing your advent journey.
    I love this season, despite the intensified anxiety about time and the lack thereof. Advent reminds us that time remains a limited resource, but our experience of time’s speed clearly varies.
    We can, perhaps, revel in the energy created by the tension between the clock or calendar and our to-do lists. Maybe we can shift our perception of this relationship from adversarial to amicable. For most of us, life will continue after December 25, and January 1. Post-holiday gifts and parties can be fun, too, and traditional Christmas has 12 days for celebration–not just one!

    1. Janet Sunderland says:

      I love this season too. With our without coughing. When we light a fire and watch the tree, even when we don’t feel well, it’s beautiful. Though I must say, I’m grateful we decided not to have a party this year. Good reminder that even after the dates, we’ll still be here and we’ll still be on one or another journey. We’ll call it the 12 Days.

  2. Theresa Hupp says:

    I missed you yesterday at the KC Voices launch, and was sorry to hear you were ill. And Cliff.
    I have been limping toward Bethlehem this year, even though I’m healthy. So your words today struck home. I appreciated your message that we’re going there anyway, limping or not. Let’s just hope we all survive the trip!
    Hope you are dancing (not limping) soon,

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