We need a little Christmas. It is a season of joy, laughter, and hope. Christmas brings out the child in us and gives us permission to show love and gratitude through gift giving. We party with family and friends. We adorn our houses and yards with trees, lights, and all kinds of decorations . . . and many are humorous or whimsical.
I have many nostalgic Thanksgiving memories. When I was a child, I always watched the Macy’s Thanksgiving Day Parade on TV. Daddy would go out and mow over all the leaves in our yard and then come back in and fall asleep in his chair. Mother stayed busy in the kitchen cooking our Thanksgiving dinner . . . which was always eaten in the middle of the day.
In 2001 after visiting the Gamble House in Pasadena, California, my husband and I toured the Riordan Mansion State Historic Park in Flagstaff, Arizona. I had purchased the book Arts & Crafts Design in America: A State by State Guide which alerted me to this interesting example of Arts and Crafts architecture. I knew we would be going through Flagstaff on our way back to Alabama and this book listed the Riordan Mansion as being open for tours.
A simple, humble bungalow started me on an adventure. When my husband and I bought our first house in 1983, it spurred me to investigate the various styles of houses. Ours had a straightforward floor plan with many charming details but, at the time, I had no idea what style it was. I bought a book about American house architecture and was soon hooked on learning more.
Fall is not my favorite season. However, I do enjoy the cooler days with less humidity. I love the crispness of the air. I love the bold colors of the foliage on the trees, and watching the leaves drift gracefully through the sky to the ground. The smell of freshly raked leaves brings pleasant memories of raking leaves with my parents and of being able to rake leaves in my own yard as an adult.
When I was growing up, we had a decorative brass scale sitting on an end table next to the couch in the living room. The antique scale fascinated me with its intricate details etched into the brass. There were rubber grapes in the round trays on each side. No matter how much I wanted them to, the trays rarely hung evenly. I was always looking for balance. But, of course, unless you put the exact same weight on both sides there was really no way for the trays to balance—especially since these items were not chosen specifically for their weight.
In my own life I may often forgo “fun” for more serious activities. It just seems more natural for me to do that. But, when I am involved in a leadership role, for example as a handbell director, I make having fun one of the top priorities. (Of course, that would be having fun while they are in fact working very hard. But I have learned how to mix the fun with work, sometimes even disguising the work as fun.)
I was never so heartbroken about a celebrity as when I heard the news of Anthony Bourdain’s death in 2018. I was shocked, saddened, and still feel a deep loss. Of course, I never met him. I had only seen him on the TV shows he wrote and hosted. It was there I saw someone deeply in love with life, people, all cultures, food . . . and, I saw someone who experienced life as I did not. He jumped right in to taste new foods and to visit places all over the globe. He did this with an abandon I could watch and admire. I wished I had that drive and fearlessness.
I grew up with the idea that I should always be doing something or accomplishing a task. Life was filled with projects, to do lists, or always working toward a larger goal striving for something better. Recently I have come to decide that merely enjoying the passage of time may be what life is really about. Perhaps all I need to do today is breathe.
To survive we need food, water, air, and shelter. While art may not be vital to fulfill our basic needs, it makes life better. Having art in your life brings joy and keeps you in touch with creation. Art is everywhere and often costs nothing to enjoy.
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