Well, today with the sun shining through the windows, hubby gone,kids home safely...I decided it was time to tackle Christmas...now passed. Is it wrong to say good riddance?
Where to begin, I pondered. Just begin! I said to myself with the cats within earshot. They left. Cowards.
As usual, I put it up, and take it down. Putting it up isn't so bad...I start with a glass of wine,opening memories as I open each box of decorations. Soon I'm in the mood and I desire to hear Christmas music to carry me through the task of making magic.
Now I know why no one is ever around. It's like making sausage isn't it? The mess made... on the way to a well decorated home. By time they, or now,he, gets home it's all finished...candles glowing...the soft scent of fir trees wafting through the air. Sometimes I even get in the mood so much I actually make a great pot of soup to welcome the season of Christmas.
But what music will help me through this task today? I thought maybe the gypsy kings...nah, I use that to clean the house
...actually I thought it best to have no music....just sunlight and silence
then I thought of the eternal OM..............yes.......that's it
So as I fussed putting everything away....the hypnotic chant of OM floated me away to a better place...and poof..it all got taken down..packed and carried back down into the dungeon (trust me,my basement is a dungeon) And when I finished with the last box...I happened to look around the room, and there, zoned out on their backs, were 3 mellow kitties. I wonder if St. Francis knew about the eternal OM?
Christmas all packed away......I'm feeling very ZEN