I’m not organized enough (anymore) to have written about any of the five or six amazing books I’ve read this month. I meant to, but then, insert your preferred excuse here (dear friends visiting, cancer watch, baby watch, buying socks for the homeless, sending gifts to family far away, trying and failing to find a present for my husband, baking cookies). I’m sorry about that because I really do feel like I’m depriving you of some wonderful reads, but you’ll just have to wait until the new year. I’m guessing most of you have stacks of unread books sitting around your house anyway, so you’ll make it another two weeks, but next year! Next year, I’ll
definitely probably possibly be more organized.
In the meantime, here’s a reflection on Advent written by my mother in 2012 that I read every year, and every year, it resonates more. No matter who you are, or what your life looks like right now, I wish you a peaceful end of 2017.
God, who asks
“do you want it gift wrapped?”
and means a choice of sunset
the sweet ordinary things —
toothbrushes, and running shoes,
people who become EMTs,
beagles in bed, old cranky prophets
who won’t let us forget justice,
and the hard re-giftings
possible in things you did not give –
road rage, Parkinson’s disease,
the deporting of our neighbors,
death by suicide
of someone we love.
Tie us with the curling ribbon
tendril of your love
when something scrooges us
and we can’t hold ourselves
One thought on “Oh, you know…”
It took me till Easter to actually get around to reading this, so you shouldn’t feel bad about missing your self-imposed deadline of publishing your year end list of best books. Life intervenes, for all of us!