Ten years since we celebrated this holiday in the UK, it’s still Boxing Day within my immediate clan. However, the visiting with relatives element has faded; now it’s about the hubby and myself enjoying some down time, as we spent yesterday with Miss Em and her crew. Last night’s Christmas Doctor Who saw us off to bed, as if we still dwelled in Yorkshire, but truly those days feel like a different life, as if who I am now is another incarnation of a Gallifreyan, lol. If nothing else, spools of gorgeous threads are a testament to how I have changed, if being an abuela wasn’t enough. I also received pens, hearkening back to my writerly self, but sewing notions seem to rule the day.
Yet, noveling thoughts brew in the background; nothing to do with The Hawk, alas, but those ideas keep the authorial flame alive. Occasionally I wonder if plotlines pondered will amount to more than bits filling my head, but the fullness of these days won’t last forever. I spent a lovely chunk of yesterday afternoon with Miss Em asleep on my chest, aware of how blessed were those minutes, also fleeting; she’s examining her world, not that she sees much, but it’s a thrill to marvel at her open eyes, wondering to what colour her rather dark irises will lighten. These elements are the immediate parameters of my universe, as if in England I was a Fifth Doctor and am now The Tenth (I suppose David Tennant is my fave Doc). Regeneration is a funny process, even for us humans.
Currently I have no sewing projects on the docket, other than hand-quilting a wedding comforter. I could review the most recently published section of The Hawk, but more pressing is cleaning my shower. Some things never change, ahem, but many aspects of life are constantly evolving. I am, even if it’s in a far slower manner than my grandkids, the pace of which is fine by me. There’s more to consider, and to be thankful for, than time actually allows. But in these paragraphs, I wish to capture just a sliver of the beauty, not merely in shades of cotton thread, but of how magical is simply realizing these gifts. Loved ones and hobbies and years accrued all bound by grace, my goodness. How magnificent are these days!
Best enjoyed while admiring a newborn, might I say….