Some of you know that I have been selling vintage items online since the early 2000s. As I was photographing one of two identical copies of the 1950s book The Shiniest Star illustrated by Charlot Byj, Wayne stopped talking to me mid-sentence, came over and said: “Hey! I know that book! I remember reading that when I was little!” His face was completely lit up as he picked up the book and turned the pages. He remembered the gold foil star on the cover, too. I was charmed to see him transform from a man in his 60s to a wide-eyed six year old.
I was of course forbidden to ever sell copy #2! Also, Wishy seemed to be mesmerized by the woodland creatures featured within.
Later on I was feeling gloomy thinking about the state of healthcare and how the upcoming changes for my age and status as self-employed make affordable healthcare further out of my reach. Rather than brooding I decided to do a little more decorating. I stood on a step-ladder hanging little string lights in our sun room when I saw Wishy standing not on the window sill but on his tippy-toes on the edge of the window pane in front of me! He was looking up at me watching! I can’t recall the last time I laughed so suddenly and hard; it was yet another delightful sight to me that caught me off guard. Wayne of course heard me and had to see what was going on but Wishy had left his perch.
To me, these unexpected bright, magical moments characterize the spirit of the Christmas season.
Wayne and I also experienced something very special this past Sunday, and will continue to every Sunday through Advent.
About two months ago I had asked the Rector of St. Albans in Cape Elizabeth, Rev. Tim Boggs, if he would consider offering an occasional non-alcoholic option in place of communion wine at the Eucharist. He replied in the affirmative and simply asked if we would let him know in advance so that he could make the proper arrangements. The Reverend’s positive response on its own was healing and encouraging, knowing that we and our recovery were respected and not dismissed. I didn’t bring it up again after that, so when Rev. Boggs said to me after the Sunday service two weeks ago that because of our request he would be offering grape juice every Sunday through advent, it was….well, I’m getting teary-eyed as I type this.
This past Sunday, Wayne and I were able to take communion under both kinds for the first time, and Rev. Boggs announced beforehand that it was blessed by the Bishop.
I’m so grateful for all of the shiny stars in my life and world!