The Twelve Days of Christmas

Christmas mug

On the first day of Christmas, we were so sick with a cold and cough that all we could manage was opening our gifts and sitting by the fire. Got this nifty mug – someone knows me well!

Turkey dinner

On the second day of Christmas we recovered enough to cook our turkey. Yummy.

3rd day of Christmas - special breakfast

Third day of Christmas was greeted by a holiday breakfast – sausages and French toast with icing sugar and whipped cream. We’re getting into the swing of holiday food.

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On the fourth day of Christmas, I used my brand new gloves to load the stove. Gotta keep those home fires burning and as you can see from the first glove photo, I was due for a new pair. 

Garden Gargoyle

Making the coffee on the morning of the fifth day of Christmas, I stare out the kitchen window and wonder what this garden gargoyle is planning.

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Got busy on the sixth day of Christmas clearing out and shredding a bunch of paperwork from the settling of my dad’s estate. He died seven years ago, so it was time. Came across this photo. Five generations – me at barely twenty-one with my son Doug, my dad, his mom and her mom. Wow! The time really does fly.

Cinnamon Sugar Diffuser

The seventh day of Christmas saw me setting up my new Cinnamon-Sugar diffusor. My desk now smells like cookies all the time. Talk about inspiration.

Cabin on Christmas morning 2017 (sharpened version) - bruce witzel photo

The eighth day of Christmas and the first day of 2018. Happy New Year from our home to yours.


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On the ninth day of Christmas our little Wise Men approach closer to the stable. My mom made this dough-art nativity set for me way back when my kids were little. My mother was a very crafty type of person and she was constantly creating things and giving them away. Some I received with politeness and others with great joy. The nativity set was and continues to be the latter. Over the years, baby Jesus’ hands have been broken off and the donkey lost an ear but none of that seems to matter. I am inspired by my mother’s giving, creative, go-for-it spirit. Who else would have created a nativity set from dough-art?

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The tenth day of Christmas sees us enjoying green tomato mincemeat tarts. I made and froze this mincemeat in September with thoughts of New Year treats.

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On the eleventh day of Christmas I am taking some time to reacquaint myself with an ongoing project of knitting up all my scraps of yarn. What I’ll do with all the squares when I’ve emptied the craft bin, I have yet to decide.

Santa Ornament, Dec. 23-2017 - bruce witel photo

Well, the twelfth day of Christmas is upon us. We’re saying goodbye to the season. Sorry to see the end of decorations, lights, cards, gifts and yummy food. But it’s time to move on with 2018. Here’s hoping that all of you have had a joy-filled holiday. Best of everything for the new year.

Waiting for that Epiphany Moment?

Dawn on Georgia Strait

I woke this morning with a sense of new beginnings. My granddaughter heads back to kindergarten today and her excitement is off the scales. She has taken to school like the proverbial duck to water and the two-week Christmas break must have seemed endless to her five-year-old way of reckoning time. Friends and family are headed back to jam-packed college and university schedules. I am just starting to feel myself again after six days of battling an inevitable winter cough and cold.

And the twelve days of Christmas came to an end today – January sixth. In a past life that lingers (in a good way) we called this day Epiphany – which can be defined in the small ‘e’ version as a sudden or important moment of realization. I will leave capital ‘E’ definitions to your own thoughts of past or present rituals of belief.

January first is a day ripe with New Year’s resolutions but January sixth is the perfect day for reflection and the opening of the self that is always a precursor for an epiphany type realization. We rub hard on that glass that we see through only darkly and wait for a moment of clarity to find us.

Today, I am poised on the edge of seriously beginning the effort that will see The Light Never Lies into publication. Much hard work has already taken place. It is easy, as this next stage looms, to lose sight of the fact that writing, rewriting and endlessly editing the book has already been a major accomplishment. A person doesn’t get to the publication stage without having (hopefully) something of value to publish.

In my imagination, the path ahead is strewn with countless unimaginable obstacles. I used an assisted self-publisher to put out Disappearing in Plain Sight and though not a path I would choose again, the assisted part certainly smoothed out a few bumps. I don’t know how this whole doing-it-on-my-own thing is going to work – a challenging position for someone like me. I usually like to be prepared for every possible scenario before even placing a foot on the path. But I know I’ve done as much looking into and preparing as I can – the time has come now for action.

And out of the blue – as epiphanies are supposed to happen – it occurs to me – there is as much to celebrate about tackling self-publishing on my own as there is to worry about. For starters – no arbitrary rules or deadlines – it is up to me to determine how The Light Never Lies will look as a published product. That is exhilarating. After all the work that went into the writing process, it seems appropriate to keep my own vision first and foremost throughout this next stage.

Sure, I don’t know exactly how things are going to unfold, how long everything is going to take, or if I have the skills required. But I’m hopeful and today is Epiphany.

Onwards to publication, my friends. Here’s wishing your day has an epiphany moment or two.

Portland Oregon