Wednesday, December 24, 2014

Christmas Eve Day

These stay up year 'round.

It is as if the Old Testament's cruel messages of rain and plague are going to hang about until tomorrow, when hopefully we shall be enjoying the sunny fruits of Christ's appearance on earth, a time when outdoor weddings were held and water turned to wine and vast numbers of people showed up to listen to some talkin' on a lovely day and shared a few loaves and fishes.
And you didn't need a damn ark.

All night it blew and thundered and gusted and rained and all three of us here- the man, the cat, and I, got up at different times to wander about the house. We were all uneasy and it was so warm and then the power went off and it felt like the aftermath of a hurricane, truly. And still, it rains today. I have no idea how much rain we've gotten in the past week but it's a record-breaker, I'm sure.
It has, in fact, been raining ever since Kathleen died which was one week ago.
I can't believe a week has passed since I kissed her good-bye. My heart is still so full of her.

The power was still out at 7:30 when I woke up from a horrible dream and I got up and put my beloved percolator on the gas stove to make cowboy coffee. A gift from my Lis from long ago and I do love it. It takes about half an hour, I swear, to make a pot but it's worth it. I called Jason because he was supposed to be bringing the boys out but it all ended up with Boppy going in to stay with them for awhile because he had to go to town anyway.

It would appear they are having fun.

And I sat here in the dark with the trees swaying and the wind chimes playing mournful tunes and the rain falling down and felt strangely peaceful. I got all the wrapping done last night (and can I get a Hallelujah?) and the cooking I needed to do and so I sat on the porch and did a crossword and didn't even realize the power was back on until the phone rang.

How odd. As I wrote a friend this morning, I have not had a Christmas in memory which was less filled with despair than this one except for the one when we went to Cozumel. And then I wondered if perhaps Kathleen has somehow caused this almost-peace.
Not in some woo-woo way, but as a reminder of how short life can be, how precious while we have it.
Or something.
I don't know.
I know she surely did love Christmas.

Well, the power just went out again. Let me get this online before the battery back-up for the router goes out.

I wish you peace.
I send you love.

Ms. Moon


  1. It is Kathleen. I'm calm too. Sort of. I love you.

  2. It is raining here too, on top of the ice and snow...we get two plus days of rain...ah well! blessings to all.

  3. I wish you peace. And i hope the rain lets up some. Sometimes it can induce a peaceful feeling.. sometimes a restless, anxiety filled feeling, at least for me. I'm sorry for your loss.

  4. I believe it's Kathleen. Maybe even in a woo woo way. I'm glad you're at peace. Merry Christmas to all you Moons!

  5. All is calm here and the rain appears to have stopped. I'm glad because we were turning into freaking mushrooms. And the pastures were soaked and filled with ibis this morning which was uncannily beautiful. Still there are pastures and not marsh! Hoping that your Christmas remains good and filled with happy times.

  6. Peace and love to you as well, my friend.

  7. I'm so glad you've had a more peaceful Christmas this year.


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