For many Christians, today is a quiet day of prayer and mourning prior to the joyous celebration of Christ’s resurrection. My prayer today is for wisdom gained from introspection, peace within, and joy in the morning. Happy Easter!
As I watched my sons dye Easter eggs, I thought about our family traditions. We always put up our Christmas tree on Thanksgiving night. We go to my in-laws’ for Christmas Eve and my mother’s on Christmas night. And we dye eggs for Easter.
These traditions help give our family predictability and identity. Some traditions simply keep us connected. We used to go to lunch every Sunday after church, but a series of events (losing a pastor, my accident, my brother moving) have made it more difficult and less frequent. I miss it.
It makes me happy that my 17-year-old son is still voluntarily dying eggs (he shot this video), that my daughter and her husband now spend the night at my house the night before Thanksgiving so we can cook all the traditional holiday dishes, and that my husband and I take an annual anniversary trip. I look forward to these rituals, big and small. They help define who we are as a family.
Joseph Campbell’s book, The Power of Myth, addresses the lack of myth in our culture. Much of the disconnect among generations, lack of familial and community responsibility, and individual identity issues can be traced back to a lack of ritual and story. One way to remedy this is through family traditions.
What are some of your traditions?
Those of you who read my blog on a regular basis will notice the drastic change in my theme. As part of the current blog challenge in which I am participating, I was encouraged to change my blog’s look.
My favorite color (or non-color, I should say) is black. Most of my wardrobe is black (including my motorcycle gear). Whenever I am given a choice of colors in anything, I choose black. It is introspective, sleek, and classic. So for me to go from a mostly black blog to this bright, somewhat color-spattered theme is somewhat unsettling.
However, in the spirit of personal growth, I am going to leave this new theme in place for a few days to see if I can get used to it. If not, I can always go back to what is safe. Just out of curiosity, let me know what you think of the new look.
Forgiveness means giving up all hope for a better past.
When I have used this quote, people often have to think a moment before they get their head around the concept. For me, it has been a lifesaver. Once I can accept what has already taken place, and know that it cannot be changed, it is much easier to let go of it. And forgiveness is all about letting go. Happy Wisdom Wednesday!
I guess I am catching up from an emotional weekend, as I scraped myself out of bed at 10:00 this morning. I managed to get caught up on some email and sort of cook dinner (tuna salad sandwiches and soup). I helped my son with homework and here I am, at the end of the day, keeping my blogging commitment. I still haven’t completely unpacked my suitcase, but I hope to get it done before bed. Oh, and I need to take a shower… if I want to sleep in bed tonight.
Incidentally, I am taking part in a blogging challenge (which began today) to continue growing and improving my blog. I said I was not going to share my goals publicly, but I am going to be getting those goals written down for myself tonight. So you will hopefully notice some improvements in the next couple of weeks. For tonight, I am simply keeping my commitment to write.
These ants were crawling around on the deck outside. The ones below managed to sneak in the house, so I thought I would get their mug shots as well.
All photos shot with my iPhone 5S. Phoneography and Non-SLR Digital Devices Photo Challenge. Week 2: Macro.
Although I thoroughly enjoyed connecting with extended family over the weekend, I am happy to be home. After arriving home from my grandfather’s memorial, we celebrated my mother’s birthday with immediate family. Now I am composing this post on the 45-minute drive home.
I look forward to my dog bombarding me as I walk through the front door, much like Dino did Fred. I look forward to seeing my teenage son who could not make it to dinner. I am also looking forward to snuggling up with hubby in own bed. It’s good to be back in my own familiar environment. As Dorothy said, “There’s no place like home.”