Sometimes I wonder about my life. I lead a small life – well, valuable, but small – and sometimes I wonder, do I do it because I like it, or because I haven’t been brave? So much of what I see reminds me of something I read in a book, when shouldn’t it be the other way around? I don’t really want an answer. I just want to send this cosmic question out into the void. So good night, dear void.
Kathleen Kelly via email to Joe Fox in Nora Ephron’s You’ve Got Mail.
As I wended my way home the other day, the streetlights suddenly came on. Have you ever been out-and-about as the streetlights come on? It is a magical moment that always takes me by surprise. For just a moment I imagine it has occurred just for me. Imaginations are good that way, aren’t they? They can make you feel good just when you want them to. It was a perfect moment to end a perfect afternoon. I sighed and smiled and felt the grace in leading such a life.
On Sunday, you see, I had received a lovely email inviting several women to Carolyn’s house to see her Christmas tree. We were given two days to choose from for a few hours in the afternoon. It was so sweet and unexpected. I sent a reply and eagerly awaited my chosen afternoon to arrive.
Our holiday season has already been busy with a few things weighing heavily on my heart. It is what it is and I’m not complaining, but time has been often spent hurrying here and there, a few late nights, rushing off to whatever is next while carrying a extra pounds of worry. A few gracious hours of sipping wine, nibbling on homemade poppy seed cake,and engaging in interesting conversation while wrapped in the softer side of the season was a balm for my soul.
Carolyn’s house was built as part of the 1933 Chicago World’s Fair. It was at some point moved from the lakefront to its current suburban spot. It is a charming house made all the more so by its owners’ appreciation of antiques, art, and family history.
Wednesday’s attraction, however, was the magnificent fourteen foot fir, resplendent with dripping tinsel and adorned with ornaments that seemed to take on a life of their own. The tree was fresh, having been cut just days before by Sam and Carolyn. The distinct fragrance of pine filled the room as only a fresh cut tree can. For all its height and breadth, this fir wasn’t an imposing dictator, but rather a benevolent character in a Christmas pageant, acting his part, drawing me in and making my small but valuable life fuller.
As I’ve grown older, I’ve come to appreciate more and more these moments in time that help to center me and remind me of the simple joy of friendship and conversation. How about you? What small yet pleasurable moments have come your way lately?
I think I
need want to watch You’ve Got Mail soon.