I’m fighting a head cold but happy. Christmas decor is bustin a move in my home once again. Garlands rockin, Christmas cards talkin, I’m heading into the season in style.
Yet this morning I struggled with what to write. Somber moments passed and no thoughts moved within my reach. They seemed to float on by like darkened ships in moonlit skies.
Christmas preparations hummed along sweetly until unfinished tasks brought my forward momentum to a screeching halt. So much to do, so little time. I instantly felt like a weary pilgrim pressing my shoulder against a large boulder that blocked my wagon train’s path. With whole body thrust against granite, the rock only inches forward a fraction of the distance my boots dig into the soil. Perhaps this weekend, I mentally sigh, I’ll have time to think.
So I stack projects in an awkward order of proposed completion:
- Finish decorating for Christmas
- Order themes for self-hosted websites-my niece, brother-in-law, friend
- Show them how to set up their websites
- Work on book proposals
And somewhere in the midst of this life’s taffy pulling tension, a poem struggles to be born. I try to capture the words and images sliding through my mind along side the string of errands that extends like Santa’s Christmas list.
- Pick up birthday and Christmas cards for nephew stationed in Qatar
Oh Prince of Peace
- Call in hormone prescription
I hear the angels herald your coming
- Pick up daughter’s package mailed from South Korea at UPS
As in that silent night so long ago
- Student Study Team meeting this morning at 7:45 am
When all the world bustled around you
- Drop of nephew’s card before READ 180 teachers meeting at 3:30 pm
Yet those God drew, hushed in your presence
- Gather son’s needed business application items and send to him
A silent night of soul’s awakening
9 Replies to “Bustin a move for Christmas”
Lovely thoughts this morning. It took me a second reading to go back and pick up on the poem in the mix. Hubby and I are also struggling with head cold since Wed. afternoon. Yuck! Hard to think when your head already feels full and about to explode. Blessings on your day, Jeanne
Thanks for the encouraging comment. I’m glad you found the poem. My mind works in some pretty quirky ways.
For me when I am stuck writing I turn on a variety of tunes and that helps.
duke, thanks for sharing the tip. I haven’t tried turning on music. I think it’s because my job, as a teacher, includes constant noise. So I savor silence when I’m home.
I adore the image of a poem struggling to be born, and of thoughts and images sliding by waiting to be captured.
Sidebar Review…and I love the way you worded your comment, so poetically. Your encouragement means so much to me.
Beautifully done. Your talent is amazing.
Shelly, I needed to hear that today. I’m in nonfiction book crisis and doubting whether I can right at all. Thanks so much!
All our Christmas decor is in storage. I hve decorated a house plant with yarn and wrapping bows. I miss you and your home is beautiful.