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Happy Festivus, Friends!

This made-up holiday, Festivus, made its way into my heart at the height of my hysteria to get everything right at Christmas. Such pressure.

Such foolishness.

The only thing I need to get right about Christmas is the miracle of Christ’s birth. Everything else is gravy, or tinsel. Or both.

Festivus, in its own weird way, reminds me to chill out — Christmas is almost here, and it’s not about the tree, or the gifts, or the madness.

Well. A little madness. Family madness, feats of strength, good food. And expressions of gratitude mixed in with the airing of grievances.

 

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Anticipation, a weekly photo challenge

anticipating that first little flame

After a long period of anticipation, John and I enjoyed a wonderful vacation in Scotland. One of our favorite places was an active archeological site called The Scottish Crannog Centre. We both became enamored with archeology and pre-historic cultures early in our marriage. Long separations during military duty meant a lot of reading and sharing of books back and forth. One of those, a series that starts with Clan of the Cave Bear, introduced us to early cultures and our fascination grew. The crannog was one of many archeological sites we visited, all of them in exquisitely beautiful locations. Well. Just about any location in Scotland is exquisitely beautiful. Seriously.

The site is gorgeous.

Above, our guide filled us with anticipation as we watched him work to start a fire. That first little plume of smoke was exciting, as he gently blew and coaxed the little ember to life. Here are a few more photos of the adventure:

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well Castro is dead

scotchI have a lot of feelings about Fidel Castro’s death, but I’m trying to focus on making this day about hope. Hope for something good to come out of this situation. Hope for a better future. These are things that are not tied to one person, however horrible we may “know” them to be.

So we drink to change. We drink to hope. We drink to possibilities. We drink to my dad. He probably would have had a number of choice things to say. I’ll leave it at that 🙂

Anyway, we should should celebrate what this can mean.

I’m at Aleteia today sharing some more of these thoughts.

http://aleteia.org/2016/11/26/why-i-daughter-of-a-cuban-exile-will-not-drink-to-castros-death/

 

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