To be honest, I have mixed feelings about the Holiday Season. A part of me is uncomfortable with the commercial aspect of Christmas, yet another part appreciates the spirit of cheer that permeates this time of year. I think the latter is what matters most.
For one thing, I love giving gifts. I can debate all I want in my mind about the spending and the accumulation of stuff, but the feeling that wells up in a person’s heart when they receive that little something that brings a moment of carefree, child-like joy to the moment is priceless. I remember receiving gifts that lighten my heart the moment they catch my eye, to this day.
The older I get, the more I am able to embrace that undeniable little something that changes the world, one person at a time, during this time of year. We open our hearts and give, even to strangers.
We never know the true consequences, but I bet many a life has been changed, for the better, the moment a special little something was received. It might have been an object, a meal or even money. It does not matter. All that matters is the reaching out and the playfulness. That changes everything. I am certain it even saves lives.
I normally do not make Holiday-specific items, but I gave in this year. The colors of fabrics inspired me, I suppose. What if these end up in the hands of someone who is deeply touched by the gift? Well worth it.
Recently, I added a Holiday CD Case Gift Pouch to my collection. This week, inspiration led me to create my first Christmas ornament, and I am glad I did. Just making it softened my heart away from the fear and drama that overwhelm the world at this time. I hope it can light a spark of peace, hope and joy in the hearts of those who receive it, or add it to their Holiday decor.
Both items are available on my Etsy Shop, at Sweet Grass Gallery & Gifts in Williston and Whistle Emporium in Hardwick.
Weird Monday. Filled with emotion.
A colleague and friend’s brother passed away unexpectedly on Friday. I saw him for the first time this morning. We hugged. All he could say was, “It hurts so much. It hurts so much.” I know. We cried.
He died sitting in his favorite hunting spot, looking out on frozen Lake Champlain. This image is at once peaceful and heart wrenching. It makes me question what went on in Roderick’s mind, three years ago at exactly this time of year, as his own light was fading away.
The weekend was good. I surprise myself making more room for personal projects and even idleness on the weekends. My pace is in transition. Every few years, not necessarily at this time of year, but rather over time, I notice that I seem to be looking for a greater sense of composure. I do not readily give in to drama anymore, it seems, even the self-imposed drama of “shoulds.” Some miss their youth. I don’t. I prefer who I am now.
Joy shows up in simple, peaceful ways. One of my guilty pleasures at this time of year is a tradition that has come into my life thanks to Roderick’s sister. Every Christmas, she surprised us with a box filled with a collection of goodies. Even when she hardly knew me, she always managed to select just the right items to add delight to the season. Always something beautiful, practical, or edible. I look forward to this package, and what I especially enjoy is taking part in the tradition by preparing a package of my own.
This is what I did yesterday. I spent several hours wrapping the little things I have found throughout the year and set aside for this occasion. I wrapped everything with fabric and twine this year. I just sat on the floor in the middle of a pile of items and colorful fabric, with A Prairie Home Companion in the background, enveloping one thing after another in a square of fabric. Peacefully.
I made brownies today. I just felt like making brownies. The house smelled good. I think I will have a bit as I spend the next few hours sewing.
Life is not the gift; how we are transformed by what we experience in life is the gift.