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I've decided I'm going to take up Rhonda   's "Welcome To My Reality Forum"  challenge and try and write in my blog nearly every day as I am able. I like the prompts she offers, and it gets me into the habit of writing and thinking daily, which is awesome. Daily writing is something I really need to get back into again, now that NaNo is over.So here goes... Week 54 / Prompt 1 - What was your favorite memory of the Christmas Season? If you do not celebrate Christmas choose a special or important holiday/birthday that you have a favorite memory of. I think everyone celebrates this season in one way or another. I don't know the details of the many different forms that are out there, but I just have to imagine that many of them are similar while still being distinct, and everyone celebrates in some fashion the winter solstice or something around it. Or maybe that's just my prejudice and ignorance talking. Anyway, I do celebrate "something." Living in America, it's expected that you celebrate Christmas. And I do.. sort of. But I honestly celebrate Yule, which has a lot of similar practices (at least for me) without the whole Christ business. This year, I celebrated the Winter Solstice by delivering gifts to a few friends and spending a little time with them, which was incredibly enjoyable. But, my favorite memory from this season was the Christmas Tea that my SO's mother hosted. This is my first Christmas Season with my new SO. And we've gotten close enough in these months that we are sharing a lot of family traditions with one another. This was his family's tradition. His mother started hosting a Christmas Eve Tea about 29 years ago when his brother was born, and they've been doing it ever since. She prepares teas, cakes, sandwiches, and other goodies, and the family gathers to enjoy good company and good food, without the turkey-stress (although apparently there's still plenty of stress for the non-turkey foods). My parents had never met my SO's parents, though we'd already done the parent-meet ourselves, but his parents invited my family to the tea, which I thought was incredibly nice. So the tea turned into the first opportunity for the whole family of both sides to meet one another. And it went incredibly well. My brother even got to make it, which was great too. All of the family members had a good time chatting and getting to know one another. The tea and foods were delicious. And even though my side of the family had to steal my SO and I away a bit early so we could make it back to my family's home town for our own Christmas, it was a very pleasant gathering. Just so warm and pleasant! We laughed as nearly everyone was wearing red shirts except for about 3 people who apparently got the 'green' memo instead. Week 54 / Prompt 3 - Looking out the closest window to you right now, what do you see? Gray. One solid sheet of gray. I work on the 32nd floor of a downtown office building. I actually don't have a window in my office, but stepping out of my private office and I can see a large window along the wall that looks out over the southern side of downtown. And currently, it is less a window and more like a gray-filter light box. Fog has sunk into the upper reaches of living levels of the city, choking off visibility and isolating each of us into small bubbles of air that we live and work within, alone and cut off. We know that the wall of fog is permeable and illusory, that the other buildings and lives within the city still exist just beyond that foggy cloud. We know that taking a few steps in a direction and our bubble of existence will shift with us, opening up new opportunities while closing off those left behind. And yet it still keeps us closeted and removed, not truly knowing what goes on outside of our closed-off existence within our fog-crafted bubble. We are here, and that which we cannot see does not exist, for we cannot see it. It is a lonely place, knowing others are out there, but not being able to see them or interact with them. You know in the front of your mind that the building full of people is there in the gloom, just past the wall of fog, and yet you wonder if perhaps the worst has occurred, and you truly are alone, and the illusion of solitude is the truth of it all. It is a very strange existence - this fog-encompassed world. |
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