Social or Solitary Seasonal reflections
On the third day of Christmas, as today is, spending some time reflecting on my experience this year as to years previous. Although I have missed being north, one of the similarities has been the very cold weather and “ wind chill “ factor, weather in which one tends to “hunker down” and do more inside activities than outside. With this, one can take time for both solitary and social activities, but one that are simpler and at hopefully a slower pace….visiting with friends, reading a book, playing board or card games, midnite Christmas Eve service, baking, time writing or helping out in the community. It has been a meaningful change from the often production of the season…big dinners, gift giving, mad shopping.
However, it is also a time of being in touch with others, often through seasonal newsletters or Christmas cards. This year, other than the business promotion cards, I got two cards with handwritten notes and a dozen emailed greetings and family newsletters, both appreciated. I remember earlier days when married with young children, I would send 75 cards with a few lines and then for a number of years, mailed out my seasonal “ missive “ newsletters with photos and stories. Then came the internet, email, digital photography, facebook and blogging….oh joy…. easier to be in touch, but still with a touch of nostalgia of the pleasure of sending a receiving those hand written notes.
This brings me to one of the other reflections of the season and that is the importance of relationships with family and friends. Now I am NOT talking about those obligatory ones, “ Now if you don’t turn up for dinner at Aunt Matilda’s along with all the other cousins, and parents, offence will be taken” but those relationships that have meaning. Several for me have jumped out this season….one is those friends I have developed in my work in Nunavut and often the contact that is maintained through the internet. Wrote recently “I think we get granted the privilege of sharing slices of each others' lives and it is often when most appropriate and needed. From crazy hikes straight up behind your place to dog rescues or just plain tea, I appreciate your friendship and those times in …..”
Where is your " community "?
Personally a number of circles in swimming, writers, maternity staff at work and my parish aka
" Ladies Wine and Cheese"
Another is longer term childhood friends or the aunt who sends the handwritten note. My trip to the BC coast this fall and Camrose in the spring allowed some touch base. Christmas Eve attended the 10 PM service at the church in which I raised my kids, sitting in the balcony, a favorite place for 20 years. Earlier stopped by at the home of a Polish family, Mr. & Mrs. S. had always been the retreat place for three teen girls when out of sorts with our own parents or upset with boyfriends.
Mrs. S. now in her 80s, told me I should be calling her by her first name ( egads is that difficult ) and reminded me of the time when two of us girls tented in the backyard, but I drove my motorbike, the neighbours seeing the bike, had been upset, at the “ boy” who was sleeping over.
And then there was a quick chicken dinner at Swiss chalet with my sister and family….
actually talked to the kids NOT through facebook!
So Christmas Day was the dogs and I! Morning snacks and gift opening, Memories of Syd... his candle and Xmas mug to me last year and later,
Dysis curious about my dinner
…not a lot different than cosy Christmases in Arviat or Kugluktuk opening a few gifts, church, attending Inuit games and dinner with friends.
More Gatherings on Open House: December 30th
This is a late entry and some shots of an open house drop in I did over the holidays, in which I invited a number of friends and neighbours. Not certain who would show, found that the group of 15-20 was quite eclectic with some interesting connections made: aka two who grew up in the same Westmount district of Montreal, just one street apart, albeit a generation apart. Social work and gardens were topics of discussion with Anne and Donna and of course my friend Dianne, organized the serving of tea.
It was fun to pull out some of the " good stuff ". This was my mom's punch bowl which I unwrapped from a basement box!
Balancing dogs was interesting and Dysis managed to hide under the table.
For my friends a more complete photo display is on my facebook album.
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