Archive - Dec 2004
“This doesn’t look like heaven.” That’s what Fiona said as she approached Auntie Anna’s casket at the wake the other day. We had explained to Fiona that Auntie Anna had gone to heaven. Yet, there was Auntie Anna’s body in this strange looking bed surrounded by flowers.
We told Fiona that this wasn’t heaven. That all that she was seeing was Auntie Anna’s body, which Auntie Anna didn’t need anymore. You could see the gears spinning in Fiona’s head as she tried to make sense of it all. She reached out and patted Auntie Anna’s arm. Motionless, Auntie Anna looked like a life-sized doll.
I hate using superlatives. They are too absolute. There must always be something better. Yet this Christmas seemed like a superlative Christmas to me.
Perhaps some of it comes from the back drop. I remember studying aesthetics and learning the importance of the background, the negative space, the contrast against which the picture appears. To a certain extent, that is why the advent reflection about putting Herod back in Christmas was so appealing to me. In a wonderful world, it is too easy to lose sight of what is special around us.
I feel that I need to provide my loyal readers more of an update than just a few pictures from Christmas. However, these updates will need to wait. There is a lot on my plate right now.
My wife's great-aunt, Anne Goodmaster, passed away on December 22nd. Today was the wake and tomorrow is the funeral. I need to pause, reflect, and add my words about her passing.
I've always wanted a smoking jacket!
Click on the picture to see a larger view, or go here to see more Christmas pictures.
I'll write more about the holidays soon.
Over on Sigmund, Carl and Alfred, a brilliant guest post has what has turned out to be a challenge that is harder than it first appears to be. Go out and find a blog of someone radically different from your own, and write something nice about it.