Through a chink too wide there comes in no wonder"
(Patrick Kavanagh, Advent)
...or if a fellow Monaghan citizen may be so bold as to paraphrase...you can get too much of a good thing.
So over-indulgence of wonderful things can become ordinary and they lose their magic.
Lemon cupcakes and Shiraz spring to mind.
Those lines made me think of Christmas morning when we over-indulge our kids with plastic and electronics, and they inevitably ignore them and play with the boxes.
OK, maybe I'd have trouble with the hunger and the God stuff, but I can imagine it would make all the good things we take for granted seem fresh and new again.
It made me think about the distress our autie kids feel when they are overstimulated by a constant barrage of TV, laptops, Nintendos, iPhones etc. etc.....in addition to the sensory insults they feel at the light, sounds and touches we don't even notice.
I don't intend stripping our home back to monk-cell austerity, but switching off the TV now and again, putting the laptop on the shelf for a while and switching off lights when no-one is in the room could make a subtle, but effective, impact.
We had a bouncy obstacle course the size of a small planet, many children who consumed their own body weight in sugar and e-numbers, and surprisingly seasonal June weather.
Caffeinated, sugar-buzzed kids were returned to their parents alive and with a full complement of limbs, but the party continued into the witching hours with three of my dearest friends (although Dee had to leave a little earlier with her crew...thank God one of us is a good parent). My Inner Silliness was in good company last night, and it was good to give it an airing.
(Wine may have been consumed...sshhhhh)
But, back to the austerity thing.
My feeling is that simplicity is where peace lies.
Now I'm off to drink tea and build a kitten jigsaw with my daughter.