I realised, when I arrived home, how tense and overwrought I felt. I poured a glass of wine, scrambled some eggs, which I ate with virtuously unbuttered toast, and am looking forward to a nice glass of buttermilk. The diet continues but is tempered with sensible nutritious enjoyment of food. Fourteen months ago, I’d have hit the chocolate biscuits. Not that I’ve a thing against chocolate, but nowadays it would be a single square of extremely good dark chocolate which would satisfy without increasing the craving. I don’t have chocolate or biscuits in the house at present anyway, so it doesn’t arise.
Particularly since several other bloggers have referred to it too, I’ve been particularly looking forward to today’s Winter Solstice. I’ve always found December difficult and I know many others do too. It’s an incredibly busy month when we’re at our physically lowest ebb, with dark days and the bugs and viruses of winter kicking in. It only slowly improves – after all, January is as dark as December – but it’s looking forward to the light so it feels better. And if we’re lucky enough to have snow, the reflection of light doubles its effect. I don’t become depressed in the winter, but I do have very little energy.
I love the idea of Candle Night and I’ll be following it this evening. It’s come at exactly the right time for me, when an evening of candle-lit tranquillity will, I hope, prepare me for a busy week. Thank you, Blue Witch, for drawing it to my attention.
I’ll spend the afternoon making holly wreaths, and I hope that there won’t be too many of them to do after that. The Sage has been writing Christmas cards. I agree that they matter in one sense, but not in another. It’s like money – it’s not important, or shouldn’t be, unless you don’t have any at all. I hope that those people who don’t get a card from us, or receive it late, will have had so many that we won’t be missed.
There’s been a degree of negativity around me (not in the family, and not among my blogging friends) that I’ve been finding it hard to rise above*, of late. As I see myself as a peacemaker and calmer-down of agitation, I try to absorb the stress of others, in an endeavour to help them cope**. Trouble shared is a trouble halved and all that. Whilst I’m not near the stage of being unable to do that, I’m finding it harder than usual to absorb and dissipate negative feelings, especially if I can’t actually do anything to help in a practical sense.
So, today, I’ll take an emotional break. I’ll tranquilly make the holly wreaths in front of an unnecessary fire (for it’s a mild day) and hug my Sage and my dog (not together, Chester loved group hugs but Tilly is less outgoing) and then enjoy a candle-lit evening.
*Ooh, dodgy grammar alert!
**This does not necessarily apply in my immediate family, where I reserve the right to be a drama queen and the centre of needy attention.