It strikes me as distinctly odd that we pack away Christmas on Epiphany as though a film director shouts: “That’s it, the Kings have arrived. Cut. It’s a wrap”. 1 Surely instead there should be twelve drummers drumming, an announcement and a lingering over the import of the visitation from such august company? Time for the visitors to refresh themselves, give gifts and narrate the events of their incredible journeying from the Orient. Eliot imaginatively captures the cold, discomforts and doubts that accompany the Magi:
“…A hard time we had of it.
At the end we preferred to travel all night,
Sleeping in snatches,
With the voices singing in our ears, saying
That this was all folly…”
This nativity scene adorns the window frontage of a Bloomsbury funeral director. Superstitiously I hesitate to linger here for fear that Death might mistake me for a volunteer though I’m drawn to gaze and ponder on this scene. And thus the Magi continue their narrative:
“…were we led all that way for
Birth or Death? There was a Birth, certainly,
We had evidence and no doubt. I had seen birth and death,
But had thought they were different; this Birth was
Hard and bitter agony for us, like Death, our death,
We returned to our places, these Kingdoms,
But no longer at ease here” 2
We mourn the old, the past, the known just as we welcome the youthful future and its promises. My major resolutions had already been made, coincidental with the Jewish New Year in September when circumstances meant I was longer able to tend the garden here and when I also decided to stop smoking. In their place I’ve sought other outlets and thus the emphasis for 2012 is (drum roll please…)
I’m adding this as a new category on the blog to feature my latest hobby of running/jogging round the Bloomsbury squares as well as the volunteering work I’ve started with the London Wildlife trust. 3 It will be tied in with walks and other healthy outlets and still with an eye for plants and gardening.
Arts & Crafts
Crafts are tagged on to my Arts category since I can now do my own desktop publishing of photos, cards, calendars etc. This Ferrari of printers was a Christmas gift from my children/granddaughter and I love them for it…and for all they are and do
None of these abilities are any use without the glue of perseverance. True I’m a bit of a butterfly but in this Chinese year of the dragon, my 60th too, I shall muster strength and determination. Posting every day of this Twelvetide has been a trifle taxing but entertaining and as a result here is a Christmas card in the making for next year!
Thank you each and every one who stopped by this twelvetide, to Janet@planticrunotes for the Liebster award and especially to Diana for leaping my blog into her 10 choices and for hosting these Twelve Days of Christmas.