The Reluctant Writer: Something Else to do When I Should Be Writing

December 8, 2009

A Muddy Ford Christmas Celebration

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I’m writing today still high on the raging Christmas Spirit so many good people were kind enough to share with me, my family, and one another last Saturday night at the annual Muddy Ford  Christmas throw down.  If you missed it this year … well, you just really missed out.

We started staging this event many years ago when the girls were still small, and it has grown in size and diversity ever since.  But one thing hasn’t changed — we do it all ourselves, with the help of a few brave friends, (thanks as always to Chuck and Kyle, and a new thanks this year to Carolyn and Mindy — cookie cookers extraordinaire), and that’s what makes it so special to us.  It is a joy.  A celebration of good fortune.  Our little prayer of thanks to the universe for giving us each other, good friends, a warm home, much love, and the knowledge that happiness is a state of being that should never be taken for granted.  We are lucky to be happy, and we know it.

I also think that the degree and intensity of happiness churning in our little home-place last Saturday might just have swelled the square footage of Muddy Ford ever so slightly — the ceilings certainly seemed a bit higher Sunday morning.  I’m not sure if it was Kristine’s cranberry walnut pie or Billy G’s chocolate-bacon-pecan cookie creations (still want the recipes to both of these, please), or if it was the gorgeous new ornaments Susan and Lee brought for our trees.  Bob’s brew was quite tasty, as was the beer that Anastasia and Roe brought and the wine too many folks showed up with, combined with what Ricky and Kaitlin had put together for us as well. There was quite a bit of age and beauty in the place (thanks to assorted dancers, college students, and beloved curmudgeons — you can decide for yourself if you fit in either or both of these categories), not to mention intellect, (if we could have gotten the academicians and intellectuals in the house to put down their glasses, we probably could have at least solved the climate crisis), and talent, (I think we had representatives from almost every arts medium — the aforementioned dance, sculpture, music, ceramics, painting, acting, textiles, poetry and prose).  There were happy old married couples, several new lovers, potential new lovers, a number of happily divorced singles, intentional singles, singles on the prowl, and quite a few matches I would have loved to have had the time to make — (the day is young, however).

Whatever the magical mystical combination of precious human contributions that came together to make the night such fun, I am just so appreciative.  Thanks to all who came out this year.  And to those of you who didn’t take that journey into the woods, there’s always next year — I hope we get to see you then.  (If we know you, you’re invited — you should all know that by now.)

So as Darion says, Joy to Your World — from the folks at Muddy Ford — those who come to visit, and those who come to stay.

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