Today is leaf-fall, cool wind and a smatter of rain drops. In a little while I'll make a bit of psuedo-coffee (ah me, no caffeine for my highly sensitive self anymore) and go sit by the fire with my books. It's a work day, something that I am learning to come to terms with slowly. For years, with a house full of children, time spent on words were luxuries. Now they are luxurious necessities. Three hours at the computer, an hour with a stack of books: that's a work day. (Dream job!) After that, my other work: school marm, chef, domestic goddess. It's a good life.
Yesterday we celebrated Martinmas. Martin of Tours was the son of a Roman officer, a gentle and generous man who refused his military position once he found Christ. "I am a soldier of Christ and it is not lawful for me to fight." We remembered him with lanterns and a simple prayer for all those who have been touched by war, soldiers and civilians alike. I have long admired the feasts and remembrances of the church year, but have never been a part of a church that celebrates them regularly. So we have been slowly gathering these little celebrations, making our own calendar for the year that reflects our values and interests. We remember Tasha Tudor in August, her fierce vision and independent spirit, her commitment to the life she thought was beautiful; St Francis in October with his gentleness toward all creatures and his love of nature; Martinmas in November, for generosity and peace; St Nicholas at the first of December, with small gifts and chocolate (leaving Advent and Christmas free of the fuss of stressful gifting); and others that are still finding their places around the year. These are the things we find beautiful and worthy, why not make space for them in our lives? One of my sweet friends tags her online photos with the hashtag #madeuplife, and I always think, Yes. How wonderful.
I wonder if any of you have been busy at a made up life? I'd love to hear who you celebrate and why.