My life has been crazy the last two weeks since I last posted to this blog. The first baking day after the newspaper article came out in the Sunday Republican about Anna, I got up with her early in the morning to help out because we anticipated that we would get quite a strong response. But we could never have anticipated the response we actually got. We opened at 8:30 and we were immediately overwhelmed with crowds. And they kept coming. At first when we ran out of stuff, we told people they needed to come back later. It took us less than an hour to realize that we would not have enough for all who wanted baked goods. So then we started taking orders — both for that day and for the day after and the following week. We also realized that our one little oven could not bake enough in two days, so Anna decided to add a baking day to her schedule.
|Cookie pyramids: a small sample of the baking Anna did this week.|
Early last week we did find some time to decorate our house for Christmas. This was Anna’s first Christmas tree. She helped us find the right tree and cut it. She and I made popcorn and cranberry strings for the tree, and then she and I decorated the tree. It is one of my favorite traditions since I left the Amish, so it was fun sharing it with Anna on her first holiday away from her family.
Now I like to sit in my living room at night with nothing but the Christmas lights on. I love the cheery feeling of the festive celebration of light at the darkest time of the year. I also love that there are other traditions at this time of the year that celebrate light besides Christmas. The need for light is as universal as the need for love.
My heart is heavy when I think about the families in Newtown, Connecticut who are surviving a sorrow I can hardly imagine. The bucolic descriptions of Newtown are accurate… it is a picturesque New England village. I did a book talk at their library and was very much charmed by the town and its people. Imagining the deep sorrow that the people in this beautiful town are facing tonight reminds me of what it was like when I was visiting the castle Thun in Switzerland — life is filled with beauty and horror, sometimes in the same place. As humans we have such enormous potential for doing good in our world, just as we have the potential for doing incredible evil. It is sad beyond words when the innocents among us are the ones who suffer at the hands of someone who chose evil over good.
So my thoughts and prayers are with everyone who has been affected by the tragedy. I mourn with them from where I am. I hope that the acts of one troubled soul will not cancel out our faith in humanity. For as long as there is empathy; as long as there is love; as long as there is kindness — then there is also hope. In the words of Martin Luther King, “If you lose hope, somehow you lose the vitality that keeps life moving, you lose that courage to be, that quality that helps you go on in spite of it all.” I pray that all those who lost loved ones will find the hope that will help them go on in spite of it all.
May your Christmas be filled with love, light, warmth, and hope.
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I have learned that my hate can run just as deep as my love can for any given person. I admit this realization frightened me.
Yes, prayers for those in Newtown, Connecticut. So sad. Wishing you a safe and happy holiday season >)
WOW! You & Anna have been kept busy!
I, too, love this season of lights in the long night – times to reflect and contemplate.
Newtown does indeed remind us of the duality of human actions. All the more reason to work diligently together for solutions. We must never lose hope for better times and methods. Love, indeed, is part of the answer… I pray for all those affected by this tragedy – including the family of the person committing the atrocity, for they must live through a type of hell.
A very Merry Christmas to you & yours, Saloma – may you have a bit of well-deserved rest!
Yes, those poor little children and their parents. I can’t even begin to imagine the sorrow. Christmas will never be the same for any of those involved.
When I was in college there was an exchange student from Mexico who had never seen snow. It was such a treat to be with him when the flakes began falling. You reminded me of this when you wrote about having a Christmas tree after leaving the Amish.
One of the traditions we have in our home is lighting an advent wreath each night during the advent season. We read scripture and a story that our boys can relate to the scripture. We’re hoping their enthusiasm will shift from lighting and blowing out the candles to processing the scriptures. All in due time.