Christmas Donkeys

I love these miniture donkeys my daughter discovered roaming around outside at an animal clinic, just waiting for us to pet and do our own personal photo shoot!

Christmas was fun and simple for me and the girls. I had a few things planned but didn't let it get crazy and still had time to just relax in a hot tub, watch the Dark Night and just be!!

I love the simplicity of Christmas if you let it just be. Family, friends and the quiet stillness that comes with winter nights and soft snow. I can get so busy and forget that I am creating all the stress I seem to find myself in! I love the way these miniture donkeys keep it simple. No worries, no stress, no concerns except staying warm and being fed.

I even had some fun with the Ex over Christmas and it may just have been the last time the girls and I enjoyed doing that with him as a family. His priority has become the new live-in girlfriend so we tend to take second place. I am learning to rely only on my own survival so there are no expectations, no disappointments!

The real beauty of Christmas for me this year was enjoying the small things. Making home-made cards with my sister-in-law, taking photos of the kids skating on Grandpa's pond, doing synchronized swimming with best friend PMJ in the hot tub and enjoying Step-Grandma's Jam-Jam cookies just like my mom used to make.

The girls are getting older and soon they will create their own busy-ness. I already saw how things will start to re-arrange next year as J is turning 18 and M is going on 16. I want to let them go and yet hold on to so many simple memories that I'll store away into my own Christmas box.

What is it about human nature that seems drawn into the "rat-race" of life? The place where we can finally lament about how busy we are and moan and groan about the very thing we say we don't want to be? We must love that story to keep re-creating it! We must love to make true the thing we seem to resist. If we are really true abundant energy that creates our whole illusion of life, then why do we keep creating the same cycles? Why do I?

I must love the drama of it all. The telling of it. The response of it and then the repercussions of it! We all must. Or we wouldn't create it that way.

Until Later,

PC