[“It’s a rollercoaster!” Belmont Park, San Diego, CA]
Last evening after a trying and hard day, I realized I needed to give over my focus and attention and concern to something: something that had nothing to do with that day’s upheavals; its cares and woes.
So, yes! Of course! Just the thing. And I pulled out the cardboard box from under my bed containing this year’s Christmas cards. And rolled up my sleeves.
But, almost immediately, what had seemed a convenient, get-my-mind-off-family-drama-and-depressing-headlines task became fun! And Spirit-filled. To be grateful that the card I’d selected months ago still delighted me and still “spoke to my condition,” to contemplate each person I wrote to, to connect with Love, pure Love; what a joy!
The inscription for this year’s card reads: May the beauty of the Holiday Season be with you throughout the coming year. And last night I was moved to add by hand, “Let’s hear it for Beauty. And Kindness.* And . . . ” (And then I’d elucidate something relevant to the person I was sending the card to.)
By which I mean: let’s hear it for whatever it is that sustain us, keeps us grounded, lifts our hearts, reminds us what matters!
* Yes, Naomi Shihab Nye’s poem was ringing like a silver bell as I wrote this.