Hello my lovely readers
So today's Christmas Eve, and it's kinda sneaked up on me, because (aside from the occasional blast of anachronistically wintry lyrics in the supermarkets) I've managed to miss much of the preparation. We will be having a meal with family tomorrow but, beyond that, we aren't really marking it. And that is such a relief. Because it gives me time to meditate and be centred. That might sound pretentious but really it's just self-preservation.
On which note, here's a sonnet for my sanity, a poetic balm for my mental health, in line with the original reason I started this series in 2016. It's about the importance of balance and expectation around festivities and other significant dates.
24th December 2019
This verse is penned upon a Christmas Eve
for which I find myself in SA's summer -
where I've returned to regroup and to grieve,
to calm my mental tumult to a murmur.
I knew there would be times when I was sad
(and must admit today is such a day)
but there're many more when I've been glad
because I've learnt and grown in lots of ways.
And so I'm trying to focus on these,
such as the carefree joy felt on the surf;
reminding myself I've not lost the ease
of finding a connection with the earth.
So yes, there might still be some tears and pain*
but I know I can laugh through them again.
*of both the physical and emotional varieties
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