Flying Over the Alps
Flying over the Alps. Home to Venice from Paris. Looking down on snow covered peeks pushing through clouds. Realizing how lucky I am. This is my life. 23 years later after moving to Europe, I still have those #pinchme moments. I’ve been traveling too much lately. I’m tired. I’m ready to be home. Snuggling on my couch under a blanket with my cats & a pile of books. Candles lit. Alexa caroling with Nat King Cole. My tree twinkling with fairy lights. When I arrive home I pull the ornaments out of storage. The last few years I kept buying new ornaments, not wanting to walk the memory lane of Christmas past.
I find myself missing mom. I made a brave decision to stay home in Venice this Christmas rather than traveling to see family in Oklahoma. Brave because I will wake alone on Christmas morning. Friends invited me. Hannover. Paris. I’ve never spent Christmas alone before. I’ve avoided it. Always filling my life with people & places. I let myself accept the reality that I’m one of the people the holidays are hard for. I don’t think of myself as THAT person. I’m always surrounded by people I love. People who love me. I have a vibrant active life. Every day is like a holiday. But being single. Being childless. Living on the other side of the world from my family. I feel an aloneness during the holiday. In the beginning - after my divorce - being alone felt like loneliness. It’s not anymore. It’s safe to be alone. I find peace in the quiet. And in this moment, I crave a quiet holiday. A silent night. Not an endless trill of company. Normally if I have chosen to stay home for the holidays it’s full of guests & clinking glasses & laughter Or I jet somewhere exotic & wake up in Bangkok eating pad Thai for breakfast on Christmas morn.
But this year I need silence. I listen to my body. I’ve learned to give myself what I need. Oh silent night. I need to spend time with myself. In quietude. Rest & recovery & preparation perhaps. I take the box of ornaments from storage & opening it- the 1st thing I see is mom’s hand writing. A bag of ornaments I forgot she’d given me last time I saw her. They are ceramic. Handmade. We made them Christmas 1980. I hang one on the tree.
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