Weekly Writing Challenge – “glimmers of a beginning”

This week’s challenge

To recap, here’s what to do for the challenge. As always, feel free to adapt the challenge as you see fit. The object is to get you writing:

  1. Pick three original details from encounters during your day or your week that you’ve observed.
  2. Once you’ve collected your details, your “glimmers of a beginning,” write at least one paragraph containing your original details.


Today I read a blog by the Hitch-Hikers Handbook to my husband as we sat drinking coffee organising our day.  It was  about traditions for a Polish Christmas. I particularly liked the well organised structure of celebrations beginning on Christmas Eve. My husband also agreed that our Christmas Day is packed with meeting all expectations. We discussed the Polish way of having our meal Christmas Eve and then to the vigil service at church, but in the end, we have traditions of our own and if we change what we do “we’ll be missed” I said. We have family to meet, and friends home for the holidays, friends with news of their year gone by and time to reminisce about our younger years ….

Later that day,  a tradition of our own is a visit to what the town call the Christmas shop. In fact the shop is open all year round, as an upholstery and furnishings shop, but at Christmas they open all three floors and decorate at least four trees on each floor with vintage Christmas themed gifts, decorations, basically everything under one roof for Christmas. At the shop a friend of ours works behind the counter and jokes that it’s our once a year visit to the shop. We exchange plans for Christmas and where we will meet up next and then she said “as usual she is at her mothers for Christmas day, but her grandfather passed away last week, and he will be missed”. With all the presents and fairy lights it all looks like a joyous occasion but this is also a time to remember those that are no longer with us….. people we miss.

Daylight disappeared with a short display of a pink sky in the distance then the velvet navy clouds hung down like curtains as we passed the sea shore road in the car, on our way home. The sound of the sea could be heard behind a slab concrete barrier wall as waves drummed close to rocky mounds of sea breakers. The car was dark, all but the orange neon lights in places around the dashboard. The radio was playing a Christmas carol, O Holy Night.  A less popular carol I thought but a lovely mesmerising tune heard maybe once in the festive period amongst the top hits or the Sinatra oldies. The sounds had a wholeness effect that seems to penetrate into your chest. You know the one. Of emotional in-pouring that fills you full of smiles from your feet to your eyes where the joy overwhelms and pushes tears  into the corners of your eyes.  The music plays with emotions and the surrounding sound of the elements outside percussioning the shores seemed to soothe, all at the same time.