Wednesday, December 28, 2016
The Last Week
The last week of the year is different than every other. It can be quiet, shrouded in snow and calm on the lee side of Christmas. It can be frantic with travel and parties. It can be a little of both. What it can't be, for most of us, is just another week.
My dad often lays out a big puzzle in the living room, on what had been the "Kid's table" at Christmas dinner. He sets out a little green banker's light over it, and we work away when we are able. I love the collaboration of it-- everyone has a part.
For years, I had to work for part of this week, but even that was different; the pace and mood were not the same. I love that. It is only when something is different that we usually see the deep and abiding duty that was there all along.
