Looking Back on 2020’s One Word Theme: Create

At the beginning of 2020 I chose a one-word theme for my year. I had been inspired by Gretchen Rubin and her sister Elizabeth Craft in their podcast “Happier with Gretchen Rubin” (read more here), but the idea has been around for at least a decade. 

My word for 2020 was Create. I wanted to tap back into my creative side again. I missed it. As a 3rd grade teacher I was able to be creative on a daily basis, but in the job I have held since 2015 there really is no creativity involved – I deal mainly in Excel spreadsheets and keeping track of investment banking transactions these days. It is satisfying work that involves a lot of problem solving, but it doesn’t require much in the way of creativity (there is an argument to be made that problem solving does require creativity, but that is a tangent I won’t take here, as it is not the type of creativity I was craving). For several years I had been wanting to start a blog, and I guess the group I started on Facebook, Nourish and Flourish, satisfied that sharing-of-my-writing urge. In 2019, though, I quit all social media save Pinterest, so even that outlet for my creativity was closed to me.

In February of 2020 I bought a laptop specifically as a step toward my goal of starting a blog. I learned how to find a host for my blog, Chris helped me establish my domain name, I figured out the workings and vagaries of WordPress, and on February 23rd I nervously clicked the “publish” button for my first post.

Because most of my favorite blogs all have lovely photography, I decided that I needed to include photography in mine. First I just used my iPhone (and nearly all of my “walk in the woods” and sunset photos are taken with my iPhone), but then I was able to borrow a “real” camera from Sam (this one). He had needed it for a couple of courses in college, but wasn’t currently using it. From my first day using the Canon camera, I felt like a switch somewhere inside me was flipped into the “on” position. I suppose it was a bit like the feeling of falling in love at first sight. At the time we had just discovered that hummingbirds were visiting our feeder, and I was captivated not only by the birds themselves, but also by the detailed photos I was able to take with the Canon. I got my first glimpse of a hummingbird’s crazy-long tongue, caught one in the act of scratching an itch, captured the individual iridescent feathers on a male ruby-throated hummingbird. 

I was, and am, hooked. And I feel like I’m just at the tip of the iceberg of all there is to learn about taking great photos.

I also chose the theme of Create for 2020 because I wanted to focus on creating a life that worked best for me. A life that reflected my priorities – keeping in touch with family and friends, reading and learning, nourishing myself, being strong – in tangible ways, such as writing four snail mail letters or cards a month, calling my mother every day, keeping track of the books I read in my bullet journal, keeping track of my healthy habits, etc. My success in that area was mixed. I do probably send out more snail mail cards and letters than the average person, my nightly calls to my mom are made no matter where I am or what I am doing, and I have made a conscious effort to create a physical living space (especially with the advent of Covid) that feels nurturing and cozy. There are certain areas where I feel I fell down – for example, I can go several weeks making really healthy eating choices and then one event will cause me to be derailed for several weeks. I have admittedly had a disordered relationship with food for my entire adult life, so this is an area that any type of New Year’s resolution or theme alone probably isn’t going to fix, but I think being aware of the problem and never giving up on it are important steps toward healing, and a yearly focus or theme can help keep those fires burning.

Which brings me to my theme for 2021: Tend. 

Which will be a post in itself.

I hope you are enjoying your Sunday!

Love,

Michelle xoxo

Farewell, 2020. Welcome, 2021.

In early January 2020 I sent out a few New Year’s cards to friends and family. In the cards I wrote about how I wished it would be a wonderful year for them, and how I had a really good feeling about 2020. Around June of this year, one of my friends (who, in addition to all that happened in 2020, was also diagnosed with cancer) sent me a photo of the card and said, “This card makes me laugh every time I see it.” Yeah, I guess my really good feeling about 2020 was a bit off.

2020 was certainly a dumpster fire of a year for many reasons that I don’t need to list for you. I’d like to say good riddance to it, but a year in anyone’s life is a precious thing. Ever since my own personal dumpster fire of a year in 2014, I’ve been very sensitive to the fact that every day is an important day. Since starting my gratitude journal and writing 5 things for which I am grateful each day I use it (I must be completely honest and say that it’s a habit I haven’t completely integrated into my daily routine yet), I’ve realized that even the crappiest days have things that while maybe don’t redeem it, certainly enhance it.

In 2020 I got my laptop, started my blog, spent extra time with Sam, had the opportunity to work from home, nurtured hummingbirds and other birds in my back yard, started learning how to use a “real” camera, got in closer contact with my college girlfriends, enjoyed many hours of puzzle-making, learned how to check out e-books from my local library, and many other things I’m sure I’m forgetting. I really can’t say that on a personal level 2020 was a really bad year. Sure, I had to make adjustments. I couldn’t go on a trip to London that I was looking forward to. Chris and I had to give up our weekly date night trip to Chili’s. I had to wear a mask when going out. I couldn’t walk as freely in the park as I’m used to. All of that taken together was pretty tiring. But as I say to Sam quite often when he’s down about something, a day doesn’t have to be perfect to be good – and on a personal level, a year doesn’t have to be perfect to be good.

Now, saying that a year was a good year just because it was good for ME, is pretty self-centered. What about all the people who have died from Covid, or lost a loved one to Covid? What about all the people hurting so deeply because of racial injustice? Not to mention the ugly political divides made wider this year by self-serving politicians. It’s difficult, isn’t it? Balancing your own personal interests and fortunes with that of the world at large. Because there are always atrocities, tragedies, injustices. Everywhere. All the time. 2020’s defects were writ large, certainly. But we live in a world that is beautiful and horrifying, and has been since humans started running the show.

There are things that are happening that inspire hope for 2021 – the vaccines, more discussion and acknowledgment of racial inequities, a new president here in the US. We can now almost see a day in the near future when we will be able to get together safely with friends and family, when life will return to some semblance of normality.

I am going to spend the rest of today thinking about what I want to accomplish in 2021, and what I want my personal theme/word to be this year. For 2020 my word was “Create” and I feel satisfied that I did a fair job of living that theme out, with my blog and other projects. I think 2021’s word will be similar, because I feel there’s still so much more I want to do creatively.

Good-bye, 2020. Welcome, 2021, And to my friends out there – don’t worry, I won’t be jinxing 2021 by sending out any New Year’s cards this year!

Love,

Michelle xoxo

Christmas is Coming! But First, Solstice.

It has been two weeks since Sam came home and we have been busy, busy, busy.  So much walking, baking, crafting, laughing, puzzle-making, talking!

I usually do not bake much – primarily because I know I will eat most of it myself. It being Christmas time, however, I have felt free to bake my little heart out. I made this copycat Starbucks gingerbread loaf, which was wonderful – moist, not too sweet (except for the inch of cream cheese frosting and candied orange!), and nicely spiced. I have had these Swedish visiting cake bars in my Pinterest “Treats” board for ages and finally made them. They are basically a thin layer of yellow cake with a layer of sugary, meringue-y sliced almonds on top. They were a big hit with the gang here.

In the way of crafting, Sam and I made these cinnamon ornaments and these paper bag snowflakes (that I have hung on our front door – so little effort for such a big wow factor). I dried some oranges to make ornaments and garlands, and dried some pineapple, oranges, and apples to give as gifts. 

Work is getting very busy for me, so I’ve started skipping my morning walk and logging on to my computer at 7 each morning. I’ve been working 9-hour days, and hopefully that will be enough to keep my head above water during this busy season (which will last until mid-February). Sam and I have been taking a quick one lap around the block (about .9 mile) at lunchtime and at least another two miles in the evening. Our evening walks have been a lot of fun – we walk in our own neighborhood, but have also walked in other neighborhoods in town to look at Christmas lights. 

I have a suet bird feeder outside the dining room window where I work. I keep my camera handy in case there are visitors, who tend to be a different crowd than the birds who hit up the seed feeder. 

Tomorrow is the Winter Solstice, a day that is near and dear to my heart. After tomorrow the days will start getting longer again, and even though we only gain around 90 seconds to 2 minutes a day, it still makes me very, very happy.  I don’t do anything special to celebrate Solstice, but I wrap myself in the lovely, warm knowledge that although winter is just beginning, the sun will help me through.

2020’s Winter Solstice is a special one:  we will get to experience the “Great Conjunction” of Jupiter and Saturn, something that hasn’t happened to this degree in 800 years (NASA article explaining it here). Now, I must admit that I don’t usually pay very much attention to the positions of Jupiter and Saturn in the night sky, so I don’t know if I will notice anything different, but I will be out star-watching tomorrow evening if we have clear skies, if only to tell my grandchildren I witnessed “The Great Conjunction of 2020.”

This year’s Winter Solstice seems especially poignant to me. Not only will it mark the return of the light in a literal sense, but in a year that has held such darkness in the form of COVID-19, unhinged politics and conspiracy theories, it feels like we are gradually emerging into the light.

Love,

Michelle xoxo

Say Hello to my Little (and not so little) Friends

Hello, friends. I’ve noticed since starting this blog that there are stretches of time where I just cannot find my voice – I think about the prospect of writing a post and absolutely no words will come. I’ve read many writers who have given the advice that one must develop a daily writing routine, that many days not much will come, but inspiration must find you while you’re working. I’m starting to think about what I want to accomplish in 2021, and so maybe a daily writing practice – no matter what – will be a part of those goals. We’ll see.

Sam is back home for the holiday break and we are making the most of our time together. We have done crafty things, gone for long walks, watched the sunset, and have lots of other Christmas-y stuff planned. I will share some of our projects with you in my next post.

I have been enjoying watching our birds and furry creatures every day. Chris put our pumpkins out back on our grass-clippings-pile after Thanksgiving, and the deer have been very appreciative. One day we looked out and saw two deer just hanging out at the top of our yard, enjoying a shaft of sunlight that was bathing that space. They stayed for at least an hour, and I can’t tell you how calming it felt to turn from my work at my computer periodically and see them there.

I’m beginning to be able to identify some of the squirrels that scrounge for seeds under the bird feeder. One little guy with a messed-up ear has been dubbed Scrappy. He’s my favorite. I very rarely see chipmunks by the feeder, but one morning a chipmunk spent several minutes scratching around for seeds. And I saw a mole! I know that gardeners and owners of lawns in general tend to despise moles, seeing them as terrible pests. But you see, I’m a terrible gardener. And the lawns are Chris’ territory. So I’ll continue to view this little fellow with as much affection as I would Moley from The Wind in the Willows. UPDATE! After getting a better look at our burrowing friend, as well as doing some internet research, I realize that he is not a mole but is in fact a shrew! Still love him!

Today I made a decision to not keep up with the news at least until Christmas is over. It’s a self-care thing. I periodically try to step back a bit, but then I get sucked back in. Lately it’s been like a train wreck – it’s very hard to look away. But I must. And I will. If something truly important happens in the world between now and then, I’m sure someone will let me know. If I like how I feel in two weeks, I will extend the moratorium until the New Year.

Enjoy your weekend, friends!

Love,

Michelle xoxo

A Snowy Day

Well, December came in with a bang. Twelve-inches-plus of sticky snow, clinging so heavily to the trees that several large branches came down in our back yard, including one which landed on our cable and internet wires, causing them to be literally torn from our house (taking big chunks of siding with them).

But isn’t it lovely?

xoxo

A Squirrelly Thanksgiving

First Encounter
A Valiant Effort
Defeated

Happy Thanksgiving to my friends here in the United States! This is a strange sort of Thanksgiving for just about everyone I know. Smaller gatherings, no travel.

Upon graduating college I entered the Air Force and spent several Thanksgivings away from family. After leaving the Air Force, I lived in Ohio, California, Texas, Illinois, and Ohio again. Some years travel for the holidays was possible. Other years it just wasn’t. I became used to different variations on the theme of turkey, family, and friends. Every year, though, brought the opportunity to reflect on the things that made me feel thankful. And there were so many things. No matter what else was going on. Thanksgiving 2009 was my family’s first Thanksgiving after my beloved brother Robert died. It was my first Thanksgiving knowing that my first marriage had ended. Thanksgiving 2014 saw me still in cancer treatment, and my dad had just died in October. Even in the saddest and strangest circumstances, I learned there was still much for which to be thankful.

Chris returned from California on Sunday. After spending that day in three different airports and two different flights, we knew that our Thanksgiving four days later needed to be different. Sam isn’t home for the holiday either, choosing to stay alone in his apartment for two weeks after his last day of work in a busy cafe. I will pick him up on December 6 and we will have a wonderful Christmas season together.

Chris and I have been avoiding contact with each other since he came home, wearing masks whenever we are in common areas of the house, eating our meals and sleeping in separate rooms. Tomorrow he will go to get his covid test, and if his results are negative we will feel confident eating our Thanksgiving meal together Sunday evening. It’s not a 14 day quarantine, but we feel pretty comfortable with the compromise.

I look at families that have the same Thanksgiving experience year after year after year and sometimes I am envious of those unchanging traditions, in much the same way that I am sometimes envious of couples who have been married for 50+ years. There is definitely something to admire in those situations; situations that my life has not provided. But I am so grateful that my life has given me the opportunity to see that even the things that I didn’t necessarily want to happen, even the challenges and deviations from the “perfect” life that have sometimes thrown me for a loop – none of these things have taken away my deep capacity for gratitude. Indeed, I feel that they have increased that capacity.

Happy Thanksgiving! I am thankful for you.

Michelle xoxo

P.S. If you want a squirrel-resistant bird feeder like mine, here is the link.

Nature Comes to the Rescue (Again)

Two weeks ago I dropped Chris off at the airport – his first film job since covid began. He gets back tonight, and will be quarantining in a separate part of the house until he gets a covid test later in the week. Even though we will be somewhat apart after he gets home, it will be nice to have him back. His job often takes him away, but this is the first time he’s been gone while I am also working remotely. The isolation has been weird, and makes me realize just how hard this must be for people like Sam, his only actual human interaction being his work at Panera and one in-person class a week. Sam and I talk a few times a day these days, but the telephone is no substitute for actually being in the presence of another person.

I’ve leaned more heavily on the natural world during these last two weeks. Driving out to the sunset when the weather permits, going for my morning walks. I bought a new bird feeder for the back yard. It is supposedly squirrel proof, and so far (I’ve had it for 24 hours now) that appears to be true. The squirrels have given it many quizzical looks, have tentatively climbed part-way up the pole, but have not been able to figure out how to access the food. I’m taking videos of their attempts and will post them here sometime soon.

As I gain more experience taking photos, I have found that my best photos result not from any technical skill that I have (which is minimal at this point!), but from my ability to pay really good attention to what is around me. This paying attention is also a skill that I find gets better with practice. I spend many minutes just watching the trees and feeder outside my kitchen window before the birds even show up. Most of the photos I take get deleted off the memory stick immediately (if I had a nickel for every photo of a bird that ended up not actually containing a bird, I’d have a lot of nickels). The watching ends up being a type of meditative practice. I am so focused on being ready when a bird shows up that all of the usual unhelpful inner chatter that goes on in my head gets pushed aside.

The leaves have all fallen to the ground now, and I spent a couple of hours yesterday raking the last ones up and dragging them to the curb, where they will be vacuumed up by the city this week. The once lushly leafed trees look so vulnerable in their bare state. There is a red-bellied woodpecker that hangs out in my back yard, and he hammers away quite vigorously at the bark of my beloved trees, searching for insects to eat. As beautiful as he is, I sometimes find myself wishing that he would eat elsewhere. Still, I’m sure the trees will survive it. The benefit to having the trees so bare is that I can see (and photograph) the birds better now, which is such a source of pleasure.

Mary Oliver once said in a poem, “To pay attention, this is our endless and proper work.” She also said “Attention is the beginning of devotion.” The idea of paying attention runs throughout her work, and is evident in her loving and lavish descriptions of the natural world. Paying attention to nature has become so important to me, and such a source of solace for me, during this pandemic. And I’m finding that once I practice paying attention in one part of my life, it spills over into others. That, I’m learning, makes the work of gratitude (and it can sometimes be hard work) so much easier. Attention may be the beginning of devotion, but I think it is also the beginning of gratitude.

Love,

Michelle xoxo

Sunrise, Sunset

I catch a lot of sunrises these days – with the clocks turned back my morning walks coincide perfectly with the sunrise. Sunsets are a little trickier – I have to get in my car and drive to the best sunset vista in town. I have to make sure I start work early so that I can be out in time for the sunset, which at the moment happens at about 5:00.

Do you know why some sunsets are prettier than others? Much of it has to do with clouds. A sky with no clouds at all will produce your run-of-the-mill pretty sunset. Too many clouds, or too dense, and the sunset is hidden from view. What you need are scattered, wispy clouds. There are other factors of course – humidity, prior rainfall, visibility, and wind speed – but what I look for are the clouds.

Last night, alas, there were no clouds. It was incredibly warm, however, with temperatures in the sixties and into the seventies all day. I decided mid-afternoon that I would eat my evening meal whilst watching the sunset, so after work I rushed over to our local sandwich shop and grabbed a steak-and-cheese sandwich (the photo isn’t very pretty – definitely not “Instagram worthy” – but boy, was it delicious), a bag of chips, and a Diet Pepsi and off I went.

It was a beautiful night, and I could forget for an hour or so the craziness that continues in this country.

Love,

Michelle xoxo

Perspective

There is a tradition in our neighborhood (and perhaps yours) that if someone has something still of value that they want to get rid of, they put it out by the curb a couple of days before the garbage pickup. Usually one person’s trash is another person’s treasure (as when Sam found a perfectly good xBox console in front of the house of neighbors who were hastily cleaning house before a move) and everyone emerges from the deal satisfied.

On my walk this morning I saw that my neighbor Barbara had put out this mirror. I was sorely tempted to take it, but my overall tendency these days is to get rid of, not acquire.

I did, however, see an opportunity to take some photos. I did not touch the mirror; I simply took my photos from different angles and positions.

Maybe I’m feeling extra-introspective this week, but the mirror made me think about perspective – about how something can look so different depending upon what angle is used to view it.

Peace and love to you,

Michelle xoxo

A Snowy Day

Yesterday I promised you some photos from my snowy morning walk. The snow is all gone now – it was just winter’s warning shot across the bow. Not that we can do anything to halt its progress. The cold, the dark, the icy ground that will make my morning walks treacherous – they are on their way, whether I like it or not. Which brings us to today’s election. I’ll be voting in person today. My one teeny bit of control over this incredible, messy process which is democracy. Once I’ve submitted my ballot and have returned home, there will be nothing for me to do but watch it unfold. The approaching winter and this crazy election – both opportunities for me to practice surrendering to something that is greater than me. I’m still the hummingbird – I will still try as hard as I can to do what is right and to influence others for good. But for my own peace of mind, I need to accept with grace the things in life that just happen, whether I want them to or not.

I wish you peace today, friend.

Love,

Michelle xoxo