1 December 2013 – Turning the Calendar Page

Image of an English robin

Photo by Maria Gair

Today marks the beginning of the final month of the year.

What images, ideas, and sensations come to mind when you turn the calendar page over to the 1st of December?

How does this writing prompt advent calendar work?
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13 Responses to 1 December 2013 – Turning the Calendar Page

  1. Marie says:

    There is such joy this morning. The beginning of a new month, the last month of the year. I have already begun my advent celebration, the stepping into the presence of my life-the one that breathes in front of me-God’s creation. I wrote this before your prompt. It appears we were already on the same page. Thank you for the shared journey.

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  2. Maria G. says:

    December is MY month. It contains my birthday, anniversary, and the birthday of my eldest son in addition to all that is Advent. December is full of reds and greens and the white of snow. The smells of cinnamon and nutmeg fill the air, and twinkly lights can be seen throughout the towns. For me, the entire year is just an anticipation of the coming of December. My love of Christmas probably comes from my mother who unloaded boxes upon boxes of decorations each year all over the house. My dad used to tease, “What happened in your childhood that you are making up for with all of these decorations?” Clearly, I should be making up for nothing, but nevertheless I have continued the tradition of insane decoration (I have a ‘Christmas shower curtain’.) A few years ago, I pared down my decorations from 10 boxes (large boxes) to 5 since we live in a condo and have no plans of moving. I gave away my discarded Christmas decorations, and my friend joked that my discards were better than her top shelf collection. Our tree is already up this year. It is artificial which, for me, is almost unbearable, but I have adjusted my expectation of the season to align with our current lifestyle. At the heart of it all, I love the season, and do not get caught up in the expectation or the ‘stuff’ that often burdens us. I might even leave the Christmas shower curtain off this year.

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  3. Jill says:

    I have two calendars, and found that their illustrations influenced me more than I’d expected. One is a photo I took in Badlands National Park; this evoked cold winter weather. The other is a Farmers’ Almanac drawing of flowers and red ribbons, and it evoked holiday festivities.
    Thank you for this advent calendar! 🙂

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    • Melissa says:

      You’re welcome, Jill. Thanks for participating! December for me can provoke such a juxtaposition of opposites – sounds like your images did that this morning!

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  4. Melissa says:

    This morning I was so caught up in trying to put some finishing touches on this advent calendar that I lost track of time. I was typing away, fiddling with photos, etc, and I heard my daughter’s door open. Oh no! I hadn’t filled the pocket for the kids’ advent calendar yet! I winced as she went down the stairs faster than I could stop her and I just waited. Sure enough, soon I heard a disappointed ‘Oh….’ My husband convinced her that she should just go back upstairs for two minutes and try again. I rushed to put in the little chocolates I had saved especially for the first day, and she came back down. Willing to suspend disbelief for as long as it works in her favour, she looked in the pocket and jumped for joy!

    Sometimes, we get so wrapped up looking forward to something, we don’t notice it when the moment finally arrives….

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  5. What a lovely invitation to write a bit each day… thanks for the push Maria! P.S. I adore that picture of the bird. Amazing. This blog is lovely and I am going to participate in the challenge. I will post here, for participation, and also on my own blog.

    This afternoon was grey and waning, I stood out on our mostly dead lawn and watched my husband climb up a ladder planted on the spongy ground, reaching for the gutters to clip our Christmas lights in. I was “supervising” by occasionally holding the cord. Rick reached up and grabbed an handful of mucky leaves clogging our gutters and began tossing handfuls to the ground we labored to rake clean just a week before. I sipped my beer, noticed his nice ass, and felt mildly irritated as the leaves began to litter our bushes and small front stoop. Today, on the first day of December, performing this chore of the season, I found myself recalling a day in late December last year. In surge of resentment and deflated pawing for holiday cheer, in the hour before picking up my children at school, I fought to untangle the cords and nailed the string of lights to our new 1929 english tudor. I had silently wept as I worked to surprise my girls, wiping the tears away on the sleeve of my coat. The throbbing cold in my fingers made my own despondency more acute. Last year I had wondered if the swell of Christmas mania would succeed in swallowing what was left of me altogether. Today, that memory of my heavy sadness last year swept me up for a a fleeting moment. I took a cold breath in, and noticed…I felt unclogged by the passing seasons, the months of healing and unloading and discovering that the past year had delivered. The dead leaves and muck that no longer served me had been scattered by new memories and bold declarations made in 2013. Rick and I finished the last strand of lights by wrapping it tightly up a small pine tree, taking the tangled pile from his left hand, and passing it to his right. We stepped back to admire our work… our home sufficiently festive to create memories that will hold in the minds of our small girls. I slipped my hand into his back pocket when he gave me a soft kiss, and the moment wrapped itself around my melancholy memory, transforming into something beautiful for me to hold.

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