The kids and I have been down and out with hacking coughs and congestion since the day before Christmas. For myself, I wasn't entirely surprised, as I'd felt the stress mounting--up, down and up again. It was stressful this year, even as much as I used to think Christmas was never a stressful time, I felt the pressure accumulating thick.
The funny thing is, when Christmas morning came, there was a release. All my ideals came to a thudding halt, the noise turned down and there was a stillness. And I realized how much of my worry and the pressure I was carrying was because of my choice to entertain it.
Woosh, another Christmas gone.
The cold of winter brings a sense of barrenness. I've been collecting myself, thinking of ways that I can continue to be in awe this season, to be stimulated and filled up, how I can give thanks all season long.
I'm thinking along the lines of less TV and electronics, and more outdoors. How I'd love to hike around Jones Creek with Husband, and tromp around the property with my Nikon strapped around my neck, documenting winter in images. There's something in this season for me, beyond the mothering, writing, reading, studying, long runs, and a few winter bathes. Whatever it is is waiting for me.
I haven't settled on a resolution(s) this year. I haven't done that for a couple years, as I've learned like many of you that resolutions can become problematic. I want to breathe in each day knowing I've given my best and it must be simply so.
Last year, I did choose a word to focus on, and I liked doing that because even though it is just one word, it can be all encompassing.
The word for 2013 was WRITE.
What's funny about me and writing in 2013, is that I did less in a sense, but what I did do, was more. Without plans to do so, I blogged less. Then later, I decided that my blog needed some fine-tuning. I felt the authenticity of SFS slipping between trendy-natured posts and a pressure to write more regularly to "have a successfully read blog" (i.e. increase numbers), than to write hard and meaningful for me, and if it so happens, for others along the road of exchange--however that happens over the interwebs. I've watched a handful of blogs that I love become so overrun with marketing, links, products to buy, etc. that I've actually quit reading. I'm making it a point to go and seek beautifully written blogs for their content, alone. I love a good story.
My word for 2014 is EUCHARISTEO.
In the Greek translation, it means to have joy and to give thanks. I first learned of this word last year when reading, "One Thousand Gifts" by Ann Voskamp. It's a book that has altered my thinking; it has firmed me up spiritually. I've found that in giving such thanks there is an exchange that occurs. I give You my broken pieces and questions, and You give me Your comfort, unending love, Your beauty, and deepen within me a joy for life in its intricate and fragile mess of wonder. "Thanksgiving always proceeds the miracle."
"The root word of eucharisteo is charis, meaning “grace.” Jesus took the bread and saw it as graceand gave thanks. He took the bread and knew it to be gift and gave thanks. Eucharisteo, thanksgiving, envelopes the Greek word for grace, charis. But it also holds its derivative, the Greek word chara, meaning “joy.” Charis. Grace. Eucharisteo. Thanksgiving. Chara. Joy." Ann Voskamp, The High Calling
Here's to eucharisteo; here's to the exciting New Year!
Did you do a resolution or do you have a word for this year?