Day 356: Footnotes of Seeking the Reason for the Season

 The madness continues. Yet, today it actually seemed somewhat controlled. How is that possible this close to Christmas? 

The day here, was gorgeous for the first day of winter, but that, even as I write this, is changing. I can hear the wind playing the chimes hanging on my front porch. Earlier today though, after taking care of responsibilities here, I headed for what is becoming even more of a usual haunt these days. That one particular big box store in which I ought to own stock. Mom and I had shopping to accomplish.

 Traffic was crazy. People seemed to be somewhat confused in where they were going or the best way to get there. Even and maybe especially in the parking areas, cars were backed up. I was happy to see drivers stopping and allowing others out in front of them. No matter how badly the traffic was backed up, I did not hear a single horn blow. I saw no ugliness, only patience. 

I decided on the spur of the moment that while I was out, I should go ahead and fuel up the car. Even though there was a back up for some pumps, thankfully the side of my fuel door made the pumps I need less backed up. The Jeep fueled, I moved on.

Threading my way through the shopping center, I made my way to find a parking spot. Nothing in my usual row, but as I pulled around to the next there were two open spots. Parking I steeled my nerves and headed inside. 

Not finding any carts just inside the door I crossed the front of the store to see one cart left at that entrance. I knew no matter how it moved, if it wobbled and sounded as if it had a flat, that was my buggy for the moment. Thankfully, it was a decent cart and people three aisles over were not going to be alerted to my presence.

 I managed to make my way around the store without issue. Even those folks who always ask about my television service were distracted and I passed them easily. I was over joyed to find my dog’s preferred brand of food in stock and enough canned cat food to last. Going from aisle to aisle, I managed to find everything I needed. I was able to make my way relatively easily. I was slowed from time to time, but never stopped.  I did run into a relative or two and some stray friends who had a few moments to chat and catch up. It had to be one of the best shopping experiences ever in that store. 

Sitting here as the day grew late, waiting on someone, I was able to allow my mind to wander down memory lane. That reminded me I needed to contact my niece and find out if we were still meeting Christmas Eve. We’ve done this for years. Even after my husband passed, we have kept up the tradition. It helps keep us close. It helps my son stay in contact and remain closer to his dad’s side of the family. Even if we must wear masks, even if we must take care in distancing, we will be together.


 My son came through a few minutes after my conversation with his cousin.  During our discussion of some of the odd things that we can discuss, tonight was about videos a lock picking lawyer makes, somehow the topic jumped to the alignment of the planets happening. Walking out into the yard, we were actually able to see what has been called the Christmas Star. 800 years in the waiting, finally something special mentioned that the sky wasn’t clouded over, preventing actually seeing it happening. It was amazing as we looked at it, noticing that at that moment, no other stars shone near it. There was something, special, seeing that celestial event taking place.


 Now I sit here, as the hour grows late, the night dark, and I’m content.  Several special events happened today. A few didn’t. Still, there is a peace settling in my heart. Even with all the insanity going on around us. Even with the nightmare of the pandemic and the sadness of the loss many have suffered. There is that peace of heart. That light, shining forth. Love, is shining through.

About rebecca s revels

A writer, a photographer, a cancer survivor. An adventurer of the mild kind, a lover of the simple pleasures such as long walks and chocolate. A Christian unashamed of my faith and a friend who is dependable and will encourage readily. Author of three self published books with more waiting to find their way to paper. An advocate of good things, a fighter against wrongs.
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