Christmas is such a triggery time of year. Where there are still sharp cold silences in my life, other areas have opened and bloomed, or quietly come into alignment. Which is to say, despite some heavy losses, I feel very blessed overall with friendship and love. I feel some better perspective has crept in somewhere, almost unlooked for, and another layer of peace is falling.
Kate and I decided to schedule and hold our very own Christmas, where we baked cookies, sang and danced, saw the Great ORBAX, listened quite hard for reindeer hooves, and added irresponsible amounts of Baileys to our coffee. She got me the coolest DC comic EVER. What a perfect gift. I got her a locking jack-knife, which felt like the coolest gift to give. Later on, we found a cross-country club a little North, and did some skiing. Christmas #1 was amazing and I give a great big YAY to us! This is the happy team that put up the Christmas tree:
I had my first yoga lesson yesterday morning, which was fairly enlightening. Afterwards, I shared a pommello. What's next- will I grow feathers?
In other news, I think I have now killed 4 mice in my house, which I hope is the end of it, because the mouse crapping issue was getting on my nerves bigtime. I don't like to clean in the first place, but repeat cleaning is almost unbearable. Little moth carcasses have also been reported in an upper cupboard... On the downside, I feel like all this mouse murdering cannot lead to Santa leaving goodies in my stocking.
Dallas and I just got back from our first snowshoe of the year, which felt amazing. and I've gone cross-country skiing twice now too. I can barely feel my legs anymore. Later this week I'm heading off for a little pre-Christmas vacation with my brother and his girlfriend, doing more skiing. What a great December for snowy weather and fun!
