Tamara Jorell

Writing life and the neighborhood

Writing life and the neighborhood

 

The week of mess

The holidays are like us humans: messy. We scramble to make it just so. But this is what it really looks like...

Besides Christmas cards, what exactly is going on here?

Besides Christmas cards, what exactly is going on here?

A pile of ingredients for the baking. (Hey, I spy a butternut squash peeking out from under this cabinet!)

A pile of ingredients for the baking. (Hey, I spy a butternut squash peeking out from under this cabinet!)

Don't forget the dishes. Ugh.

Don't forget the dishes. Ugh.

"Girls, wanna pick up your boots?"

"Girls, wanna pick up your boots?"

I thought I just did the laundry!

I thought I just did the laundry!

"Where's the tape?" I said. "Last time I saw it, it was in the bathroom," said Flicka.

"Where's the tape?" I said.

"Last time I saw it, it was in the bathroom," said Flicka.

 

Disorder. Confusion everywhere. And not just in our homes with the small stuff like laundry and dishes. (And a roll of tape on the back of the toilet, for some reason.)

Millennia ago, He came from order into our world of chaos. For love. And because we couldn't tidy up on our own.

And yet, here we are, still making our messes. Tangled choices, mucky hearts, jumbled lives. Because we keep forgetting.

But then there's Christmas.

 

 

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*Names in this blog have been changed to protect my family, neighbors, and friends in the neighborhood, and in a nod of appreciation to the beloved Swedish author Maj Lindman, I’ve renamed my three blondies Flicka, Ricka, and Dicka.

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