Hello and welcome to this glorious Friday, December 6, 2019. Today is a rare and precious day that will never come again.
Maybe it’s just the crowd I hang around with, but it seems to me that many people I know struggle this time of year. Even though the causes and conditions vary, this seems to be a time of darkness.
I volunteer at a local assisted living facility and one of the residents sadly shared with me that she can’t wait for the holidays to be over. She misses her kids. Her despair broke my heart! In our meditation group last evening, quite a few of us reported that things are tough right meow. I perceived a sense of longing – a yearning for something different than what is actually happening.
I obviously have no idea what the actual conditions are for others, but for me, this holiday time of year tends to bring about memories of “home” - a place (and time) of comfort and safety. Warmth. Conviviality. In the innocence of my childhood, ignorant of worldly concerns, this time of year was a tender reprieve to the mundane. There was just something very special about it. I feel like a lot of this specialness has been lost in commercialization. And, growing up. Maybe this is your experience too, maybe not.