It’s been said that Christmas is not a date but rather a state of mind.
As I marvelled at the last Monet-esque November sunset of the year I contemplated what holiday season means to me. So many religions have their “high holy days” at this time. The global reverence for family traditions and general good will is remarkable. It creates a very powerful energy. I try to hold on to this feeling all year long but I’m always grateful to be reminded through the month of December.
I need reminding.
For me, it all starts with corny holiday music and a glass of sparkling Sonoma good cheer. Up goes the little pink tree where dozens of angel ornaments will compete for kitschiness. The French linen is on the dining room table and the Italian Nativity is in its sacred place. Pretty candles, Santas, snow-globes, and Marcello’s vintage stocking filled with kitty treats are on display. The baking won’t start until next week but I pull out favorite old recipes in wild anticipation of the seasonal sugar rush. Mulling spices warming on the stove-top fill the air with the sweet smell of comfort and good cheer.
The intensity of all of these rituals together seem to put my senses on high alert.
As I open the windows of my Advent calendar day after day I remember people I love. Some here – some crossed over. There is an overwhelming longing to connect with everyone. Everyone! Everyone I have ever known even if just briefly.
Ah, connection… blessed connection. This is the magic of Christmas no matter your religious or non-religious persuasion. Christmas to me is not just a date or a state of mind. It is a state of heart.
What’s the name of this state on the map of a heart? L-O-V-E.
The name of the state is Love.
Have a sweet one!