Updated: Dec 6, 2021
There are multiple layers of stress in most of our lives these days. Even with the best intentions, it’s hard to simplify our needs and wants and live drama-free. Especially as we approach the holidays, many people have a hard time for various reasons and traumatic events (myself included). However, I have been around some that have traded the complex life for a much simpler life. I wrote a poem in my first book, The Liminal Space, about an Amish community in Wisconsin. It reminds me of the simple pleasures of life: a race down a snowy hill on a sled, a ride in a horse and buggy, a big yummy cinnamon roll, a beautiful child, and a song sung from the heart.
WINTER TRIP from The Liminal Space
Bundled up we visited Pardeeville
to taste the Amish bakery.
A man dressed in black with a straight brimmed hat passed us
spurning his horse and buggy.
We were led down a gravel driveway
marked by a crude sign with an arrow;
slowed for a boy on a red flyer sled
in a coat with no zippers only buttons.
Many cars filled with suburbanites
wound through the mud and ice.
My daughter and I carefully plodded our way
to the screen door in the basement of a white wooden house.
The aromas made us happy upon entry.
There were so many choices of bread,
with or without raisins.
Giant cinnamon rolls.
Why did I hear music?
The girls with white bonnets and dark smocks
making loaves in big ovens
were singing about God and peace.
The power of the Spirit.
As my daughter ate her prize in our warm car,
fingers encrusted with frosting,
I could still hear those songs of unforgettable simplicity.
Take care during this holiday season, and always.
Let’s chat soon.