Ahh, the gift of life, and what we do with it.... It's the "Holiday Season." (How odd, our political wording, and yet I choose to respect all paths).
Most people I
know are either Christian or Agnostic, so the circles I run in sing a similar
tune: Merry Christmas! Be Jolly! It's the Season of Peace. Joy to the world.
Happy, happy, happy.... And yet so often those sentiments seem to ring hollow
when the real people in my life share their thoughts and feelings about late
November to early January. There's So Much Stress!
I happen to
love Thanksgiving and Christmas. Always have.... I was blessed with a family
who love each other dearly and have made a big deal of being together (or
missing each other), cooking and eating too much, partying, and gifting each
other. (Although, since none of us really need anything, we have moved
to non-gift-giving.) Even with my lucky history around the holidays, I look
around and see people in pain, and I feel it with them.
during this season, we are advertised to death. Sold everything from what our
house decorations are supposed to look like to the obligation of giving just
the right gift. It's another chapter in the "Keeping Up With the
Joneses" book, as opposed to an outpouring of gratitude and sharing of our
not saying this is everyone... there are some I know who love this season as I
do. They revel in the traditions, want to put up the lights and decorate
the tree -- at least the women and kids seem to ;) -- and for the most part,
enjoy finding and wrapping gifts for the people they love.
Is it just that
the holidays intensify already tightly wound springs? Adding another externally
applied pressure to our busy lives?
I wonder how we
can embody the peaceful, loving, and generous spirit that holy days are
truly about, and how we can spread that love to everyone -- those who are like
us, and those who are not.