It’s the Most Wonderful Time…

A merry and blessed Christmas to you all.  This year we got an extra special “gift”…. Reesie and I got to ‘reveal’ the gender of Lorien and Judah’s baby-to-be (heretofore named Grimlock by just-turned-5 year old Squid (aka Cedric).  I got to do the shopping and I wrapped the boxes and shipped them off for the big moment.

First…you must understand that Judah’s family only ‘makes’ boys.  That’s right, nothing but male children for countless generations.  They decided when Cedric was born they will adopt a girl if Grimlock is a boy; so either way they are going to be thrilled.  Cedric wants a brother. Judah can start his own ‘hockey team’ just as he and his brothers did.

8am this morning they got us on Skype.  Just me and Reesie here, my boys were still asleep, and them at Judah’s grandma’s house with his Grandma and his mom.  We are beside ourselves with excitement for the big reveal….for us, down here, so far from them up in New York, this is as close to sharing any of the excitement as we will ever be.

They got out the boxes.  Two.  One marked “Open second”  and the main box, with a tag that says “To Mommy and Daddy From Heaven”.  They had to unwrap two boxes to get to it. It’s a writer thing…building tension and drama for the ‘moment’, ha.  They open the lid…and there are layers of nice Christmas-y tissue paper…

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Lorien  was laughing/crying, Judah, standing behind her for moral support in their big moment quite literally melted down onto the couch beside her…both of them in shock and disbelief saying “a girl/ we got a girl”  His mom and Grandma were whooping and dancing.  It was soooo awesome to share in their joy at discovering that they were going to be blessed with a daughter.

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Her name is Lyra…a name they chose for their first daughter back when they were waiting to see what Cedric would be. A name made all the more magical as she announced her arrival to coincide with the arrival of Oumaumau, the first known interstellar visitor to earth, which came from the constellation Lyra.  How special is that?

So in honor of our very special Christmas gift…may your holidays be blessed with joy and laughter and the truest gifts of the season… hope and love.

Merry Christmas.

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And LIGHT returns to the world

Happy Winter Solstice!  The official beginning of winter, but, more importantly, the shortest day and longest night of the year. Each year the winter solstice brings us the promise of lengthening days, as light returns to the world.

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So tonight…in this longest darkness of the year…let us celebrate the light which brings us hope….and not forget the darkness…which shows us the stars.

Happy Winter Solstice

 

And I wonder as I wander…

Driving about today, over the bridges and the marsh, the salt creek, the river leading on to the sea and it occurred to me as I turned up yet another prosaic little tree-lined street that this defines much of my life. Not the nondescript neighborhood, but an endless desire to discover someplace or something new.

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Even as a very young child I was always begging Grandpa to “take the windy roads” through the Missouri Ozarks, or down some country road…any road or trail that took us into the unknown. Most of the time it was somewhere very mundane…another farm, another ramshackle cabin back in the woods, an old country general store.

One such building is H.D. Gibbes & Sons, which has come to be known as Gibbes Old Country Store. The building was first constructed in 1892 and has remained in the Gibbes family ever since.

Perhaps a new bridge over a winding, rocky creek where we could stop and wade or have  a picnic lunch. Sometimes an old cemetery with quaint and faded markers and worn fencing that bade me to stop and wonder about the lives that ended here.

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I realize that desire to wander without destination, to explore for nothing beyond the chance of discovery, and seeking nothing more than the wonder that surrounds us is exactly who I am, yesterday and today…and off in search of somewhere I have not yet been, a sight not yet seen…tomorrow.

Monday Musing

I’m not sure where today went.

The weekend was fairly self-explanatory….crazy busy.

Therapist came over for a session with A on Saturday.  Shopping for the weekend. Banking. Shopping.  Did I mention shopping?  Yeah, tis the season and all that, ha.

Then church on Sunday.  A came home with three more incense sticks from the church bookstore. I suspect his own burner is happening soon. But he’s listening, he’s learning, and he’s making it a part of who he is and who he wants to be…more kind, more accepting, more joyous, more…peaceful.  In these difficult times, who wouldn’t want more of that?

And now Monday is over…it just passed midnight, so technically this is Tuesday, ha…and I don’t know how it vanished without even bothering to wish me goodnight.

That it was lovely for a wintery day seems obvious. Never enough hours of daylight now.  That is perhaps the biggest part of how I keep losing my days. Never fear…winter solstice will arrive before long and begin to set things right again.  I remind myself of that a lot in December.

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I did sneak in a few hours of writing. Those hours vanish so swiftly….and I don’t begrudge a moment spent in my whimsy and adventures on the page.  Tonight it was research on airships.  Not the tattered pirate sails  on dirigibles kind…but ones I could envision being powered by sun as well as wind.

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And in 5 short hours I must get up and begin another day.  May your tomorrow be blessed.

 

New Moon Rising

It is December…and winter…here in the Lowcountry.  The sea looks and smells different as the coastal currents that bring warm water near shore are replaced by colder winter currents.  Storms whip the waves, and the beaches are quiet. A great time of year for long quiet walks and reflection.

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The light is different…softer…muted. A lullaby for the passing of the year.

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Winter passes, as winter must. January and February carry the heavier burden of the cold, but to December is given the darkness.

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And the promise of a new beginning.

Finding Friday

Another week past…hard to believe almost the end of another month….another YEAR!  Where in bloody blue blazes did this one go?!

Considering that the phrase itself is a ‘stand in’ for hell…on second consideration that might not be sooooo far from true. Too much anger, too much sorrow, loss, pain, inhumanity in this year….all across our country and our world. Time passes so swiftly in these difficult times…and yet seems to drag on interminably.

For myself, I choose to hold tightly to the victories amongst the sorrow. The wee, small, quiet moments that assure me that life does indeed go on despite the vagaries of men.  My old dog snoring under my feet, as so long she has. Little A’s smile. Aleah and DJ playing in Peppa Pig’s dollhouse. Visiting the birds at the school. The song of the ocean, as it recalls God singing it into creation so very long ago.

The joys and sorrows friends have shared…that is beyond price.

The stories!  So many stories. Theirs. Mine. Ones we have read. What have you read this year?  What mark did it leave within you?

For now…my dear Khyr and his story are told. Upon the new year I shall edit and revise once more, with fresh eyes and an open heart…seeking to draw from those thousands of words the essence of what and who he is and the story he wishes to share.

And I have Truian to keep me company, so very different from Khyr. I never really imagined that world till now with its air ships and swift solar powered sailing ships, the steam-punk edge but without any of the grit and pollution….eco-punk?  I would love such a world.

He wants to be off sailing now. My heroes and their passion for water…yes indeed. I think I can encourage him to go for a swim yet before this year is over. Now there is a lovely fantasy.

 

Wicked Wednesday

And it has been such a wickedly wonderful Wednesday indeed.

  1.  School concert…and the little A had a special part playing the ‘blocks’ (?)  Not sure what they are actually called, but his music teacher says he really takes his part serious and it showed in his performance as he was intensely concentrating on what he was playing and soooo into the music.  It was wonderful.
  2. Weather continues to be pretty nice for mid-December.  Coolish…I remember lots of years when we were in tshirts and shorts for Christmas….but surely better than the horrid snows and bitter cold up north.  I am thankful.
  3. The poor laptop is being very ‘wicked’…it seems it has decided, once again, that is has had enough overuse and abuse from this writerly person. Six keys no longer have letters, and now it is being recalcitrant about staying connected to the internet.  An inconvenience at this point, but I see the writing on the wall…by next year I shall be madly saving for another laptop.  Grump.
  4. My protagonist is coming out of his shell and he deserves to be appreciated.  Along those same lines my dear Reesie and I finally got to go see “Justice League”…with the exception of the Superman line (no spoilers here…I just have never liked the character…not even as a child. Too smug.  Too condescending. Meh) the movie was great fun!  Cyborg is wonderfully drawn and way under appreciated in their ads and trailers.  I hope he gets his own movie.  The kid playing the Flash is adorable and his interaction with everyone, especially Batman (who thankfully finally gets to get out of being so dang dark and depressing and show some fun for a change), is great.  Wonder Woman is a wonder.  But, to no surprise among any who know me, my favorite of course is Aquaman.  Wow!  Again, vastly underused by the studio, but that’s okay… cause he has a movie next year and rocks every scene he is in.  

Yep… that’s wonderfully wet and wicked for this Wednesday