Slouching Toward Bethlehem

You say Christmas, I say ChrismaHannuKwanzaaka...seasonal blues are hitting. I am overwhelmed and I think next year's goal will be to make as much as possible by hand, or give handmade gifts. I don't feel cynical, just sad. There is a war, both abroad and at home. We are not "living simply so that others may live". Aarrrgh.

Despite it all, I feel fortunate and benificent, mostly looking forward to enjoying the company of loved ones, a hot cuppa, and time to make books. Happily, the regional grant has come through and I feel inspired to try for more. I'm done waiting for the other shoe to drop, don't care if I have to run barefoot. I feel like That Which Is Larger Than Us is in motion and I'm going to meet it halfway. Or three-quarters of the way. Or most of the way. I'll drag it all through the door, å la Buñuel if need be.

Here it comes....

Barely time to breathe but respite is in sight.