Taking down the Christmas tree is a sad lonely job,
but as I vacuum the last bits of glitter away,
I try to remember where things stood before the tree came in.
The house seems cold empty and barren like the earth feels, for just a moment or two,until a bird lands on the window sill and I am aware of the new year approaching,and make space for the fresh and new.
There's no one lonelier than the person “taking down the Christmas tree.” This, of course, is a universal truth. ...
You'd like to clear everyone out of the house and be able to have some quiet time alone?
Next to the presidency, detrimming a tree has to be the loneliest job in the world. It has fallen to women for centuries and is considered a skill only they can do, like replacing the roll on the toilet tissue spindle, painting baseboards, holding a wet washcloth for a child who is throwing up or taking out a splinter with a needle.
within the empty spaces you have space for growth,
Lady of the Mote