Some people ask us why we push ourselves to get back home on Saturday of Thanksgiving week-end. Part of it is the knowledge that the traffic will be at its worst on Sunday. But part of it is wanting some time to get organized and ready for work on Monday.
Some years, I've been able to take Monday off too, and we've stayed with friends along the way. But those years are not this year. Today I get back to work where I expect to have some intense hours getting accreditation documents ready.
I'm glad that I had yesterday for a bit of peace before the intense work pace that I expect to have all week.
Yesterday, although we'd been home less than 12 hours, I went to church. I wanted to help decorate Advent wreaths, including one of my own that I hope to use regularly over the next 4 weeks:
As I drove to church, I felt vaguely irritable and as I stopped at red light after red light, I wondered why I was pushing myself to get to church. But once I was there, I was glad I did. It was good to catch up with everyone, and good to get ready for Advent. I got home and finished unpacking and setting up for Advent.
I love that we have a small tree of Chrismon ornaments. My step-mom-in-law made us a set long ago. I like that this tree gives us a different focus--and it goes well with the Advent wreath.
In the evening, we went back across town to the parsonage for the monthly ukulele meet-up. We are playing for one of the Christmas Eve services, so I wanted to get the music. Hopefully, I will practice.
There's a reason that we push ourselves so hard to make the drive back on Saturday. It's good to have a day to get caught up after being away. I wouldn't want to be going back to work today without yesterday to get organized. Of course, it would be good to have another day or two--but one must go back to work, back to "regular life," sooner or later.
Most religious traditions separate regular life from "mountain top" experiences. I am lucky to have had a week with several mountain top experiences. There's the time on the literal mountain, my beloved mountains that surround Lutheridge. There's the mountain top experience of being with my family. And then there are the mountain top experiences of yesterday: Advent wreath making at church, a restorative afternoon at home, and the joy of creating music together in the evening. I am glad to have had them.
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