“Peace is first of all the art of being.” – Henri J.M. Nouwen
There is a stillness this week, it feels like Christmas but the pace has slowed. I have a Christmas tree up and a poinsettia on the kitchen table, but I hope the nutcrackers’ and other decorations don’t mind their boxes for another year. I realized I haven’t set foot in a mall, and really just stopped at one physical store. All my gifts are handmade or bought online. Some may argue that I am missing the season but as I am on the couch more often these days with a cold I cannot shake, the knocking me off my feet is kind of what I needed. Without the commercialism of the “holidays,” hype at school, numerous parties and fabricated to do lists, I just sense “peace.” Today I got to read to my 5-year-old and hold my 7-year-old as she was melting down after-school and I realized that the excitement of Christmas could have easily carried me right past these tender moments. How precious to embrace peace, to focus on the story, the quiet night, the entrance of a new family, a new journey, a new place, a new hope.