Two days before Christmas usually gets me to feeling slightly claustrophobic and cramped – rushed and flushed and mushed – and so I offer this light and airy post to inject some space and expanse into the relatively-unbooked season. There’s no reason to feel it that much this year, without gatherings and social obligations, so maybe this is just residual echoes of memories where such stress would typically reside. I’m grateful for its absence, as well as for the realization that every year can be this easy should we so deem it. Very few social obligations are legitimate obligations – no such obligation actually exists. There are preferences or choices or suggestions. We don’t have to do any of it. And I wish I’d realized that sooner.
For now, and for this little Wednesday morning post, I give you this prickly bit of greenery from a recent trip to Faddegon’s Nursery, where I shall find such verdant peace in the ensuing winter months. Take a moment and take a few deep breaths. Remember the reason for the season. Find the space in the midst of all the holiday mayhem.
