Happy New Year! We had such a lovely and incredibly mellow night ringing in the new year, with just three of us left standing at midnight (and then asleep promptly by 12:05am)! It was quite unlike our usual New Year's Eve, where we traditionally host a big party. But that seems to be the tone of this holiday season - unexpectedly home, and relatively quiet. I missed the friendly faces that we usually gather with, but I'm not complaining about the easy days and nights at home that we've been having. I think we all needed that.
The extreme cold spell we're in has been hard. It's not just the discomfort, or even the hassle (such a hassle) of frequently frozen pipes - that's really nothing compared to the danger of this type of weather for the extended period of time that it's been going on (and will continue). We do our best to tuck everyone in well, and make the animals as warm and comfortable as possible. Extra food for extra calories to keep warm, and plenty of water and heat in the barn. But still, for those that are susceptible, this weather is brutal. We lost a goat a few nights ago. She was older, and had been showing signs of weakness, so it isn't shocking. Just heartbreaking. Friends have lost animals this week too. And even though it's normal, we still ask ourselves if there was more we could have done. We'll never know.
There's been more sadness from this weather. I know I've mentioned our dear old Bruce here before - the older gentleman who has been the best kind of neighbor anyone could ask for. He lost everything in a house fire a few nights ago, started in the wood stove chimney. It was a terrifying moment, when the kids saw fire out the window and Steve and I ran like wild, praying that he wasn't still inside. He had just made it out in time before the house was engulfed. We sat with him as firefighters battled for hours, with frozen hoses due to the far below zero temperatures. The next night, the remains of the house caught fire again, more dangerously freezing temperatures in the air.
That's such a somber tone to start the new year, I'm sorry. But there has been such great joy too, and that's what I really want to tell you about, because it's what I feel most in my heart today. Bruce is staying with us for a little while, as he sorts out his plan. And I find myself tearful many times a day as I've seen his community come by to offer a hand, bring him some new clothes, a meal, or just to sit for a cup of coffee and talk about the old days. Folks that are our neighbors, really, but whom we've never met (each one of them 'welcoming' us to the neighborhood, though we've been here seven years now). My kitchen has never been so full of beards and plaid flannel, and it's been an honor, really, to hold the space for these exchanges to happen. To witness such kindness and generosity. Steve and I avoid politics at that kitchen table on these days, but instead focus on what connects us to whomever is sitting across from us. And what joy it is, in these moments, to discover just how much we do share.
Cheers, my friends, to more kindness and love in 2018. That's my hope.