Sometimes we lose our heads during the holidays. 
We twist ourselves in knots trying to make everything perfect. 
I was walking in the Mendocino Coast Botanical Gardens turning over in my mind all that was amiss for Christmas when I came upon Wisdom Owl. 
Isn’t Christmas about Jesus, the Living Water, coming to quench the thirst of our souls? 
How can we survive without water? 
How can we grow? 
When we let peace wash over us 
we ready ourselves to live in harmony 
with our neighbors, whether across the street or across the oceans. 
The Prince of Peace has come 
to bring new life, 
to nourish us 
and to let us know that love never dies.
Photos © Sondra Sula. Frog sculpture “Prince Charming” © Eileen Fitz-Faulkner; ceramic sculpture “Headless Harmony” © Shannon Healy; ceramic sculpture “Wisdom Owl” © Clayton Thiel.
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A fierce debate often ensues when one person believes Christmas lights should be hung the moment the last trick-or-treaters leave their abode and another person believes the stroke of midnight on November 30th is the earliest possible date any form of holiday decoration is allowable. 
January: I’m grateful for the promise of a fresh, new beginning.
February: That I can still clown around after failing to complete a single New Year’s resolution.
March: I’m thankful my husband makes me a loving breakfast every morning.
April: I’m grateful for the aesthetics and deliciousness of food, plus for pretty plates on which to serve it!
Today is Christmas Eve. This week I’ve been thinking about Joseph, Mary and the Christ child making their long trek for the census — to be counted. Do I count? How far am I willing to go to be counted? 
Christmas gifts can be anything you perceive them to be: frankincense, the sounds of drumming, a walk on Glass Beach…
For many of us, Christmas trees are a place to hang our memories, and I’m no exception. I now live in Wine Country where vineyards are just a hop, skip and jump away.
But let’s back up to one of my first ornaments given to me by my mother: a simple twist of color. This was my prized piece, the central focus of my Christmas tree. But one year the entire tree fell over and it smashed to bits. When I told the sad tale to my sister, Cathy, she kindly sent me hers (along with a flamingo since she now lived in Florida). What I hadn’t known was that my mother had given one to each of us four girls.
When I was a child, I was given a frog as a gift, and when others saw it, they surmised that I collected frogs. Soon I was up to my eyeballs in frogs and I inevitably fell in love with them. And the bird ornament was one of the first I bought when I lived alone—it’s still one of my favorites.
During my single days in Chicago, I used to have friends over in December, one at a time, to drink cocoa, cider or tea in front of my tree. Two very close friends, Jenneine and Jan, supplied me with these decorations that still showcase their personalities thirty years later.
The fortune cookie ornament given to me by my husband, Rob, reminds me of his proposal. He had two special cookies made at a fortune cookie factory in Chinatown, Chicago. Inside one read: Marriage is on the horizon. The other: Your destiny is to be Sondra Sula. The problem was, he needed to know which was which so he could give them to me in order, but when he went to pick up the cookies, the factory was on fire. He was lucky to get them at all, and by faith or fluke, I ended up opening them in the correct order.
We are so perfect for one another. He knew to get me the snowman ornament that was painted slightly wrong, wearing an expression of apprehension rather than jolliness.
Early in our marriage, I got him the surprise gift of a hermit crab. One of my favorite childhood books was Pagoo, the story of a hermit crab, and I thought everyone would love to have one. I was wrong. He was horrified. I had gotten myself one too, bought an aquarium, the whole nine yards. The next morning, I realized my hermit crab had murdered his during the night. After that I had to assure Rob I would NOT murder him in his sleep.
The seahorse and shell bring back memories of spending time with Rob’s parents in Nokomis, Florida. We even witnessed a seagull drop a seahorse in the sand at Venice Beach. And dinosaurs are self-explanatory when one has a field paleontologist for a husband.
We now live in whale country, too. The past two years we’ve missed the last whale-watching boat by a day, due to storms. Maybe in 2020 I’ll remember to book seats on the boat two weeks before the season ends.
I received this bunny egg last week from my friend, Joanie, whom I’ve known since 1987—my Spiegel days. She just came back from Austria, visiting her deceased mother’s birth place. She purchased this ornament in Salzburg, and it represents a special bond we share.
Lastly, Rob just bought this cupcake ornament for me this Christmas. It’s spongy! And aesthetically delicious. My niece, Heather, has touched it each time she’s come to visit. So I purchased a cupcake ornament for her. To begin her own memories. What stories does your Christmas tree tell?
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