I am not a sunrise gal. I have some fond memories associated with sunsets, and I will stay up late in order to watch the full moon rise, but setting an alarm for 4 hours before I normally get up in order to sit and wait for the dark to become light, marking the beginning of what will now be a long day which must be gotten through, does not fill me with spiritual thoughts.
But yesterday morning I woke up wide-awake at 6am, so I went ahead and got up. I journaled for a little while by the dim light filtering through the fog, then read the intro devotion for this week's Advent focus (joy and peace). As the sun rose, the mist slowly cleared, but not before creating a cotton-candy sunrise, pinks and blues swirled together with no definable shapes of sun or trees - just the diffused glory of a rising dawn. It was a fitting moment to ponder peace.
I've been journaling more lately... the stream-of-consciousness, processing-through-thoughts kind, instead of planning posts and drafting letters like I usually do. After everyone goes to bed, before everyone's up in the mornings... on Saturday Adam took Brooklyn on an adventure and I spent a few glorious unplugged hours at my favorite local coffee shop, no computer, no music, no agenda - just writing.
It has an odd effect on my outlook --- after I spend time writing (more so by hand, but a blogging spree will also produce this), I become more aware of what's going on around me. The act is a balm to my introverted nature, refreshing and allowing me to interact with others more gently and more lovingly.
Another plus is that processing through ideas on discipline and education before they're necessary helps me to be more consistent with Brooklyn, and to not be caught off guard and ending up making an impulsive, emotional decision that I later regret, or miss a teachable moment (she is actually chording in that picture - imitating my Mum, from watching her a few weeks ago). I want to be proactive instead of reacting to things as they come - things tend to go much more smoothly, happily, and peacefully that way.
I succeeded in crossing everything off of my list last week, along with the additions that were scribbled in at the end, so this week should be a fairly calm one. All of the gifts are wrapped and neatly tucked into a sturdy box for easy transport (and I had a grand time making tassels, and matching the yarn I used to my little stash of Washi tape), the distant cards were mailed and only a couple remain to be written in (because I feel compelled to actually write in them, instead of just signing our names), we did most of our grocery shopping over the weekend so I think we'll be able to make it until Friday before we need anything...
...and the fire starters are finished, thanks to some help from our upstairs neighbor! I was out of lint (well-loved clothes don't have a lot of fuzz to shed...) but he does a lot of laundry (usually at strange times, which is why I noticed) so I ventured up to leave a bag and a note on his doorknob, requesting lint and explaining what I needed it for. By evening, the bag had been returned, full of more than I needed, so I was able to finish them off. A roll in pretty paper and stacked neatly in a basket, and they're ready to go.
With preparations completed, this week has been set aside for rest and recovery before a busy holiday week. There's so much possibility for stress and crankiness... I want Brooklyn (and Sprout - and Adam and I, for that matter) to look forward to Christmas as a time of joy, not as something to dread. I'd like there to be peace in our home, always, but especially now - and I'd like it to begin with me.