The curtains look homemade and they are. I am so grateful that the old Singer performed so steadfastly for me again. I have to get the belts replaced. The main one is frayed and every time I go to start a project I just hope it hangs together for a few more seams but these curtains were made as easily as anything I've ever sewed and the belts continued to do their job.
It is raining now and should continue to do so through the night and into tomorrow when I will cook black-eyed peas with the rest of the Christmas ham and a pot of greens and a loaf of bread to have on hand for whoever wants their peace and riches for the new year.
Mr. Moon is going to grill us some steaks tonight and I am going to bake potatoes and make a salad out of our garden greens. And then, of course, there is the pie. And without a doubt, we will be asleep before the clock ticks over to midnight plus one and that is fine with me.
The older I get, the more I cherish that which is mine to tend, to love, to live with. God knows I have been given more than I deserve and if I could make a wish, it would simply be to take care of what I have already from house to chickens to garden to children to friends to grandchildren to husband to myself. To be what Stephen Gaskin called a "householder yogi" and to pay attention to the sanctity of these small and infinitely important tasks. To realize truly and honestly that there is nothing more important to me than this. To remain curious and open, to accept that which is before me and around me while not disregarding my heart's wishes.
One of which is to continue writing here which brings me more pleasure and sense of rightness than I can possibly express. This space gives me a sort of satisfaction and of shared community and of deep pleasure which I cannot imagine living without.
May each one of you who comes here to read, whether you comment or not, realize how important you are to me. I rarely check my statistics but when I do, I am amazed.
So. Whether you are reading this from a place on the planet where New Year's is done and passed or whether it is hours away- thank you. Thank you for sharing your thoughts, your joys, your despairs, your worries, your interest, your wishes, your advice, your hopes, your dreams. Whether you are someone I will never meet or my child whom I may see tomorrow.
Just thank you.
We are all just clinging on to this beautiful blue marble with all of our strength and passion.
And as such, we are all brothers and sisters, mothers and fathers, friends and neighbors, and if we just do unto each other as we would do unto ourselves, we might just make it.
Happy New Year.
All love...Ms. Moon