Yesterday was the first day of winter. It is the shortest day of the year , if we are talking sunshine. I went to work in the dark and after working all day I headed home in the dark. In spite of all the darkness when I got to work I found beauty in the local homes blanketed by the snow illuminated by the glow of street lights.I just had to capture what I saw and share it with you.
Today I spent the day making holiday cards to mail. I stamped and painted all my holiday cards and then stamped my envelopes as well. I thoroughly enjoyed the process though most would say I was nuts to make something handmade that will likely end up in the trash after the holiday season. But it okay for me. I enjoyed thinking about the people I knew we were sending them to.
I love to get holiday cards and yes the infamous Christmas letters. I love to hear from friends and families we have known for years and life has altered our course such that we are no longer living close by. I read them when they arrive and again once the holiday is over. I think about the people who sent them and how our paths crossed. I love to catch up if only once a year. I love to see the pictures that folks share and how they have changed. . I love it all because they took time to “say hi.”
It used to be that many more folks sent holiday cards. Folks drop you an email and that seems to be where we are going. I know it is expensive to purchase cards and the cost of postage is nothing to sneeze at. I know people’s time is often more precious than the money, so spending an evening or Sunday doing cards is hard for some folks to justify. All of these are some of the many reasons why the tradition is fading away.
In this hurry up, always on, electronic age it is fun to get a piece of happy mail on a cold snowy night and remember the people in your life. Thanks to everyone who send me a card, photo or letter this year. To everyone that I sent to I hope you enjoy.
I have taken a break now and then from my blog but never like this one. Never before for months, but I felt that this one was essential. I have always been politically active. I have always enjoyed discussion with others who do not share my point of view, trying to see how they get to the place they arrive. I have always believed that respectful discussion makes both myself and the other person more pragmatic, more empathetic, more compassionate and not so narrow minded. Unfortunately this time around it did not seem possible.
I lost social friends this election cycle because I did not support their candidate. When they asked and I felt comfortable sharing, because we had in the past, I was chastised for my choice. Screw my reasoning for my point of view. Who cared if I did research based on what the candidates said, and drew my own conclusions instead of repeating things just because I read or heard them. Promises were made by candidates and many others rang empty and false to me. People said we read it on the internet or hear it on the news it must be true. I was of the era of “question authority” and would go back and try to figure out fact a fiction, even when it seemed near impossible to do so. People were called names and things were said about them, but we were not willing to really go ferret out the truth that is at our fingertips now with the internet to get to real information, not what he said or she said, but real truths. It was disheartening to me to loose friends and feel like there was almost no truth this time in what was being said. I was saddened by the lack of civility not just by candidates but so much of our citizenry.
I also felt strongly that each of us are given a very special personal right to vote, based on our beliefs, our life experiences, where we are in the continuum of life, economics and family situation. It is yours right to vote as you see fit, not be be persuaded by me to vote the way I am, because how you got to your candidate was a different path than I had taken. It was not my right to try and attempt to influence you no matter how much I wanted to. That is why each of us have a vote, to voice our beliefs. It is the way our democracy works.
Once the election was over, and the system had worked as it was designed we had a new president. I had a lot to think about, I even thought about stating a new blog to chronicle the next four years. In the end I decided against it, because if I did so, I wanted it to be fact based and I learned preparing for this election fact checking takes lots and lots of time. In the end I would either be preaching to the choir or getting hate mail. It just did not seem like I how I wanted to spend my free time.
Now we all watch the next four years to see what happens, and then we deal with what does because that is what we do. I go back to blogging about everyday things. I share the thoughts of someone who lives in Montana as she looks out the window. I am glad to be back. I missed you all.