Friday, January 8, 2016

Getaway

"What's it like up there? How's it feel up there?" 

- The Music


As the rhythms of my holiday celebrations reverberate through the Twelve Days of Christmas, I find that I am sorely in need of a break.

And when my second-born suggested that we head up into the mountains to look for some snow, the perfect opportunity was presented.

Along with my fourth-born, we set of on a New Year's Eve afternoon getaway.


 ^ We cruised up Highway 2 toward Stevens Pass, a very familiar route, and decided to turn off on all the mysterious side roads that we have up till now ignored in our mad pursuit of the Pass.

Impetuously, we veered off the highway just before the tunnel, toward Money Creek Campground. The campground was firmly locked down for the winter but just beyond, we found golden sunlight, quiet lanes and friendly snow folk to greet us.




^  A few miles further east, we wandered around Skykomish. The closest incorportated area to Stevens Pass, I've always assumed Skykomish is nothing more than a gas station along the main road. Surprisingly, we found a viable little town there, with a library and a small grocery and plenty of well-stocked woodsheds.

 If I had an extra hundred grand lying around, I would scoop up a little house there in a heartbeat.



^ Turning the car downhill as the afternoon shadows lengthened, we made time for one more adventure which turned out to be my favorite one of the day. Little Index, another blink-and-you-miss-it mountain town afforded showstopping views of nearby Mount Index, a fantastic old trestle bridge, and icicles to die for.

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We watched the last sunset of 2015 as we rolled back into town. While much of the world was gearing up for the biggest party night of the year, my daughters and I leaned back into the quiet calm of a day spent exploring in snowy mountains.

We didn't need a party. We'd already had something much better.

A getaway.



This song is about a different kind of getaway - even more powerful and profound than mine.

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Celebrate the Twelve Days of Christmas with me!

The Ninth Day

Wednesday, January 6, 2016

Christmas Fulfilled

"Christmas waves a magic wand over this world, and behold, 
everything is softer and more beautiful."

- Norman Vincent Peale


When I was young, I used to prepare for Christmas as if I were making a month-long forced march up a steep, unrelenting mountain trail. Chores, obligations, and foot-long to-do lists weighed down my every step. And when I finally reached the mountain-top high of the season on Christmas Day, I felt like I had just a moment to admire the view. The day was over in a snap, and at midnight, I had no choice but to leap from the summit, falling back to earth with a bone-crunching thud and a litter of credit card bills.

This makes me sad, for this is not how Christmas was meant to be.

Or maybe the season of Christmas is like a rose. In early December, tightly furled buds appear and slowly grow to maturity within their closed petals. 


I now understand that the month of preparation - called Advent - is meant to be a joyous affair in its own right. Rather than a death march; Advent compares to a peaceful hike up a mountainside where my expended effort is offset by immediate satisfaction as well as mounting excitement over what is still to come.

Rather than packing all the festivities into a brief 24-hour pause on December 25, I now celebrate Christmas Day as the high point of the twelve-day-long festival of Christmastide. The joy of the season plays out slowly and satisfyingly over the days, and I can take the time to breathe and relax and soak up the experience.

Those extra eleven days feel to me like a ride back down the mountain in an aerial cable car.

I'm still enraptured with the glory of the mountaintop high while slowly and almost imperceptibly, the cable car carries me through the forest tree tops and flurrying snowflakes toward the solid ground - still far below - of everyday life.

On Christmas morning, the petals finally open to reveal the layers and ruffles of a perfectly formed blossom. But on that first day, we get just a glimpse of the flower's full potential as it has yet to completely unfold. 


Just as the Twelve Days of Christmas draw to a close, the feast of Epiphany arrives on January 6.

That's today.

This day, which celebrates the three kings' visit to the newborn baby Jesus, marks the resolution of the Christmas season. As my family celebrated tonight with homemade soup and one last round of simple gifts, I felt the cable car of Christmas gently bump down at its landing point. I heard the doors whoosh open, allowing me to disembark in peace; I smelled the sharp scent of pine still in the air, fainter than before but still crisp and clear, reminding me that the gifts of Christmas are mine to take with me as I step off into the new year.

The full Twelve Days of Christmas allow our rose to bloom luxuriantly, petals fully rolled back in its abundant glory, playing out every moment of its indescribably beauty until at last we are satisfied, and the flower gently fades. 


This - this - is how Christmas is meant to be.

I'm glad I finally learned.


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Celebrate the Twelve Days of Christmas with me!

The Ninth Day

Happy Twelfth Day Of Christmas

"There's only now, there's only here
Give in to love  or live in fear
No other path, no other way
No day but today."

- Idina Menzel


This year, instead of making New Year's resolutions, I adopted a New Year's theme.

Resolutions, as we all well know, are rules that take the shape of fussy dos and don'ts, often particular, picky and difficult to perform.Three weeks in, we've broken them all and once the guilt wears off, the whole exercise is blessedly forgotten.

A theme, by contrast, is a unifying idea that provides inspiration and guidance, priority and direction. 

Simply put, themes are to carrots as resolutions are to sticks, and I personally can get excited about that distinction.

So. My 2016 theme did not fall from the sky on January 1; it's been growing in my head for the past few months and finally came tumbling out in fully formed sentences:
This is the point in my life when I am no longer content to wait for things to happen. 
Though my life is good, my head and heart are full of dreams and I want to make them all come true. 
I need to find ways to bring my dreams to life without using my modest finances as a barrier, or an excuse to delay. 
No one knows how much life lies ahead of them. I want to use every minute I have, and when the day comes that I've run out of time, I want to look back with no regrets.
There is no day but today for making my dreams come true. 
Yes, I know this sounds very Eat, Pray, Love, and while I'm most certainly in favor of roaming the world and eating pasta, my theme also has repercussions on a much smaller level.

Take today, for instance. 

Months ago, I read about a genius idea for marking all those ubiquitous white charging cords and power blocks that lie around our post-modern homes with little snippets of washi tape, so that each person in the household can sort out one another's property. 


Well. my charging paraphernalia is constantly intermingled with my daughters' accessories, and I own several rolls of washi tape. The project would take zero dollars and five minutes to complete, and would save me at least that much time every single day of my life. 

Still, many moons have passed, and I've never bothered to make that simple task happen. 

Until today.


There was nothing special about today. As usual, I ran across a stray cord on the kitchen counter, puzzled over whose it might be, and then thought for the millionth time about that washi tape idea. But today, as I laid down the cord and began to move away, the words of my theme rang out in my head:

No day but today.

Fast forward a few minutes, and the job was done. I cannot describe the satisfaction and pleasure I feel every time I notice the little polka dotted tags on my gear.

Yes, they do make my life easier.

But much more importantly, they remind me that my theme for this year is powerful and good and true.


There really is no day but today. 


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Celebrate the Twelve Days of Christmas with me!

The Ninth Day

Tuesday, January 5, 2016

Today

"It'll be alright when the morning comes." - Hall & Oates


Early morning view of the Shoshone River in Cody, Wyoming, just east of Yellowstone. 


As expected, I woke up this morning feeling perfectly normal.

No, I'd go so far as to say better than normal.

Construction, reflection and other forms of organized chaos greet the day in Singapore.


Ready to get on my game, organized and rested, I tackled the first day of school after Christmas break with equal parts I-missed-this-lovely-routine and next-stop-is-spring-break. 

And even though last night - the night before the first day back - was the absolute rock bottom of my annual emotional cycle, I knew my funk wouldn't last. 

Sunrise over the South China Sea near Danang, Vietnam.


Sometimes, a good night's sleep makes all the difference in the world.




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Celebrate the Twelve Days of Christmas with me!

The Ninth Day

Monday, January 4, 2016

Happy Sixth Day Of Christmas

To be yourself in a world that is constantly trying to make you into something else is the greatest accomplishment. - Ralph Waldo Emerson

It must be hard to be my walnut cabinet.

Standing tall and proud, this family heirloom lords over my living room 24/7, setting a tone of style and timeless grace for the entire room.

Until every year around mid-December, when this interloper appears.



Mhmm. The Christmas tree.

And even though my walnut cabinet is handsome and distinguished beyond words, I can't help but feel bad for him. How can mere furniture compare with the glitz and glamour of a ten-foot-tall twinkling fir?

It just cannot be done.

So, in the interests of helping my walnut cabinet complement rather than compete with his December neighbor, I styled him up in a minimalist manner with a handful of mini baubles tucked in among his current cargo of air plants and driftwood:


Now make no mistake, My walnut cabinet still plays second fiddle to that gleaming tannenbaum.

But in his own way, he makes a distinctive and understated contribution to the holiday mood. Rather than imitating the strengths of his flamboyant neighbor, my walnut cabinet does what he does best and stays true to himself.


And in that way, my walnut cabinet teaches me a useful and important lesson.

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Celebrate the Twelve Days of Christmas with me!

The Ninth Day

Sunday, January 3, 2016

Tonight

"Some days are just bad days, that's all." - Dita Von Tesse 

This photo was taken at the airport last summer, while my family was waiting for my third-born's plane to arrive from Vietnam. My baby was almost home and I was beyond excited.


Tonight, I feel sad.

Deeply, profoundly, soul-wearyingly sad.

Tonight is the last night of the Christmas holiday. After a lovely two-week break, my real world of classes and schedules and lessons will resume tomorrow morning.

Which means, for me, tonight is the darkest night of the year.

Now, no doubt most of the world shares my melancholy. Surely we all would much rather spoil ourselves with another couple weeks of festivities than haul ourselves off to work.

But I might get a little lost in my malaise. Beyond the general gloom of the workaday week, I take my frettings to a metaphysical realm

I ponder the meanings of life and death.
I recall raw emotions from my childhood.
I grieve again for losses and sadnesses.
I feel an overwhelming fear that life will never measure up to its promise

And I worry that I will feel this sad for a long, long time.

Kind of depressing, right?



But at the time, I was also profoundly worried. My daughter was struggling with a mighty problem, and I overflowed with concern for her. And although her return flight to Asia was several months off,  I dreaded her eventual departure and struggled to think I could ever send her off again. 


However, after dealing with this back-to-school phenomenon every year of my life, I also know one thing for sure to be true:

This too shall pass.



But you can guess the end of this story. She dealt with her issues, strengthened her soul, and flew back to Vietnam with her confidence and courage intact. And in the end, it turns out that I was happy to let her go. 


By tomorrow morning,

my eyes will blink open
my mind will turn to trinomials
my car will transport me to my students' homes
and my life will feel happy and rich and full once again.

Yep. I know these end-of-Christmas-break blues will last only for tonight, and I'll get through them just fine, as I always do.

But just for tonight, I feel sad.

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Celebrate the Twelve Days of Christmas with me!

The Ninth Day

Saturday, January 2, 2016

We Are All Together

"I am he as you are he as you are me and we are all together." - The Beatles




Happy Birthday to me.
Happy New Year to us all.

As 2016 kicks into gear, we all rejoice in the precious gift of a fresh beginning, a clean slate, the ultimate annual do-over.

Truth be told, each one of us has the chance to seize this opportunity every single day of our lives. Whenever we feel life dragging us down or binding us up, we can - and we should - start a new chapter in the book of our lives.

Sill, it's awfully fun when we all turn over that fresh new page at the same time.

Happy New Year to us, all together.

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Celebrate the Twelve Days of Christmas with me!

The Ninth Day