Sunday, December 30, 2012

so this is how it ends


there is so much to say about 2012,

but i cannot find the words.

mr. cohen found them for me...


"it's a cold and it's a broken
hallelujah."

Thursday, December 27, 2012

Let It Snow


a little endearment i painted from a few years back


ten and a half inches of snow in a short burst of time.
and it wasn't even lake effect!



Monday, December 24, 2012

advent {day 24}

altar carving in my mother's childhood church~ northern germany



my mother's favorite day.
and it arrived without her.

i admit to being a bit sad,
but not for reasons you might think.

i wish the season was longer this year.
these 24 days have flown by.

i have been enjoying myself,
much to my surprise.

i have participated and said yes,
marveled at lit houses, 
moved through the inevitable tears,

and kept going.

there was even dancing to a horrible hawiian holiday song
 in the backroom at work with my friend.




things are less heavy than they used to be.

there is joy for the taking.

she is here.


Sunday, December 23, 2012

advent {day 23}

Bo Jangles and the Mrs

Their decked-out ride


Live the spirit of Christmas in any way that makes sense to you.
You earn bonus points if you make others happy while doing it.


Bo Jangles, he's got more bonus points
 than you and me put together.

Saturday, December 22, 2012

advent {day 22}

mutti, oma, omama, sweet pea and me
#foreverchristmaseve

to the ladies who gave me a lifetime of
incredible christmas memories,
~your magic, your cuisine, your cookies and your love~
when i light the candles on the tree this year
i will feel blessed beyond words.

your magic lives forever in my heart.

Friday, December 21, 2012

Advent {day 21}



What if the world was ending today?

Have you forgiven the trespasses?
Let go of the grudges?

Have you walked barefoot in the rain?
Given enough compliments and kudos?

Have you told yourself
I Love You
10,000 times?

Clean your slate.
Be one of the helpers.
Roll in the grass.
Sing.

Leave a legacy of good in this way-too-short life.

Thursday, December 20, 2012

advent {day 20}



For Woody

For Don

For your first 1/2 century of light,
 I thank you.
Happy Birthday!
xo, Graciel

Tuesday, December 18, 2012

advent {day 18}



when we so deeply recognize that nothing is permanent,
we begin in earnest to search for that which cannot be lost.

Monday, December 17, 2012

advent {day 17}





My Mother was a fabulous baker. In an attempt to keep her here with us, to keep her lovely visions of Christmas alive, I have stepped into her apron and kitchen, dug through her massive collection of recipes and wielded her wooden spoons.

To almost no avail.

The spicy rocks are mud pies. The gingerbread bars are under done. The stollen is a complete disaster, with its 6 hour intensive effort and all 5 loaves in the trash. The singular saving grace are the thumbprints, as yet unfrosted because that part makes me nervous.

There have been tears and laughter and texting with a culinarily-superior cousin for advice. There have been lessons learned; do not over blend the cookie dough, no 2 ovens are the same, yeast is ruined if dissolved in water above 110 degrees. And my love for raw batter has remained unchanged since childhood, yet my body can no longer process such gluttonous intake.

There may be the requested rum balls still to come. They require no oven, so I cling to slim hope they pass muster. Aside from them, I am done. Spare time has run out and I have had enough success at failure for one season.

The past is truly the past and the sweetness of memories will have to do. How lucky am I to have so many of them with a Mother who loved to bake.

Sunday, December 16, 2012

advent {day 16}



the audience sing-a-long
from the the last-minute
nose bleed section
at the christmas concert.

#datewithdad
new traditions arise.

Saturday, December 15, 2012

advent {day 15}



and what if you feel helpless?

what if, despite the season of light and joy, you feel such sorrow and grief?

freely feel the sorrow, the grief.

pray in whatever manner you do.

know your prayer makes a difference.

now, act.

channel your grief to help another in need; there are so many in need.

if your grief is for people and circumstances afar, make a difference for some one close.

bake and cook with more soul than ever.
visit your elderly neighbor.
call, even if it's inconvenient.
make a shelter for feral cats.
donate money where ever you feel compelled.
give no advice, just listen.
make more time for those you love.

to act, right where you are, is to keep goodness alive,
is to stave off your own helplessness,
is to keep lit the candle of hope.




Thursday, December 13, 2012

advent {day 13}



home is not a place.

it is a sense of contentment held in your heart,
and an unshakable comfort with yourself.

you will be home for christmas when you are,
at last, at peace with who you were born to be.

Wednesday, December 12, 2012

advent {day 12}


have yourself a vintage little christmas

unwrapping the package from germany, circa 1966.
always, there was chocolate.
and marzipan.



12~12~12

Tuesday, December 11, 2012

advent {day 11}



no matter the season,
 all we are ever looking for
is a little love.

to receive it,
we must be the first to give it.

Monday, December 10, 2012

advent {day 10}



there is no mistaking the miraculous.

yesterday afternoon i heard on the radio of a christmas concert. it started at 4pm. it was a concert my mother and i had hoped to attend. with no thought to anything else, i got dressed, put on her ring, spritzed her perfume over my head and went.

arriving at the church, i scanned the seating options and decided immediately on a very small pew tucked against the far right wall. i simply wished to be alone and inconspicuous while listening. the church filled, 2 ladies sat behind me and every one else chose to sit in the center sections.

this was the concert of the chamber choir, vocalis. a choir committed to performing a cappella music of all eras. i had never heard them before. as the choir filed in, they walked up the 2 outermost aisles. they did not, however, take the stage. they stayed in the aisles and turned to face the center sections. the end of the choir line stopped at my little pew, with a petite brunette facing away from me.

the director suddenly raised his arms and the men began to sing what i instantly recognized as chant music. 11th century plainchant to be precise. immediately, my heart felt squeezed. i have listened to chant via mechanical means for years and years, never in person. certainly, never up close. and then, then, the petite brunette opened her mouth and the sweetest soprano sounds flowed out of her and without warning, i burst into tears.

i found i could not stop for the entire song. and the horror of only one crumpled tissue in my purse. eventually, the choir made it to the stage and i managed to dry my face, hoping i was still inconspicuous. then, they sang "silent night", my mother's favorite song, and my cheeks were wet again.

after intermission, the choir filed in through the altar doorway. thank goodness. but no. a few songs in, and with not a corner of the lone tissue to spare, once again they filed down the aisle. once again the petite brunette turned her back to me and pierced me with her voice. my tears fell to my lap. one of the men in the choir was watching me. alone and inconspicuous was done.

i have known that music has the power to rearrange our very cells, to change our vibration and to heal. i believe a collective of human voices, singing certain notes, can alter lives for the good. now, not only do i believe, i know. because many hours later i can still feel the effects within me of the collective songs they sung. it feels uncomfortable, yet nothing short of grace bestowed.

with her ring on my hand and the songs in my heart, the next phase of my healing has begun.




Thursday, December 06, 2012

advent {day 6}


Like a prologue to the big event, there is St. Nicholas Day.

If you put your wooden shoe out overnight or
 hang a stocking on your bedroom door,
on the morning of December 6th you just might find
 a box of crayons and a marzipan pig tucked inside.

St. Nicholas Day is token and sweetest and love.
It is small gesture with big heart.
It is a seasonal reminder that subtle and sincere
make the most lasting of gifts.



{my advent calendar for 2012
 and one of the many st. nicks from 
my mother's beloved collection.}

Wednesday, December 05, 2012

advent {day 5}



tea lounge at the Bellocq Atelier, Brooklyn, NY

Tea is a daily repast for me. Even in the height of summer. But it takes on an urgent need as cold weather draws down and the holidays gear up. My favorite teas, bar none, are hand crafted organics from Bellocq.

Never mind that I'm related to 2 of the geniuses behind this savvy company, I would worship these teas regardless.

Guess what? 2 of their teas, a gift set, made it on...wait for it...Oprah's Favorite Things gift list 2012.
Champagne problems for a young company; they're being swamped! 

Could I be any more proud? I don't think so.

And doesn't this new concoction make you want to break out a plateful of cookies and your best Santa mugs?

Tea. It's what's for Christmas.

Bellocq Atelier, Brooklyn, NY



Tuesday, December 04, 2012

advent {day 4}



triumph.

a  task i was dreading
 turned out to be pleasant.

i decorated my mother's tree.
i should say, i decorated my father's tree.
which required opening the boxes upon boxes
upon boxes
of christmas decor.

each ornament had been lovingly
 wrapped in white tissue and
stored by theme in a little department store box.

they would never be this organized again.
 
there were hundreds of carefully culled
glass and ceramic treasures for the tree
~silver, white and red, only.
i edited some, and was sure she kept whispering,
"why not the lady bugs?"


when the last of the white candles were snug on the limbs,
it was a beautiful sight.
 
i was happy tonight.

having trimmed up a winter wonderland.




{One of my Mother's favorite blog posts was this.}


Monday, December 03, 2012

advent {day 3}


And so this is Christmas.

My attempt at holiday decor after years of
simply leaving it up to my Mother to
provide the glitz and the beauty.

With nosy cats in the house, a traditional tree isn't
 practical if ornaments are to survive the season.

A branch and a few baubles will have to do.

The space atop my Oma's old bookcase had to be filled,
leaving no room for over-fed felines to lunge
 their way to decor destruction.

It is not a fool-proof plan. But it survived it's first night.
Fingers are crossed. Expectations are low.

Onward and forward, ho-ho-ho.

Sunday, December 02, 2012

Saturday, December 01, 2012

advent {day 1}

last year, 12~24

My Queen of Christmas is gone.

This was her beloved time of year.
She excelled in creating beauty,
comfort and joy for all in her realm.

The cookies, the stollen, the exquisitely
 wrapped and thoughtful gifts.
The advent calendar and wreath.
The Santa collection and real candles on her tree.

I hardly know what to do this year.

I wander between wanting to forget Christmas entirely,
to imitating her ways in her honor,
to finding my own style of celebrating.

And so, I am here. 
Unsure.
A little sad.
Finding my way forward in this
first advent season without her.

I am giving myself a little window to open each day,
hoping for a breath of renewal,
 and starshine to light my way.

Join Debi and Kelly and me for 24 days of advent, 2012.