One of the hardest things in life, at least in my life, is trying to not go down the gopher hole when those you love are struggling and hurting.
I know that I could write about the glory of Christmas and fo with the pre-packaged, in your face, message of the season. But “the season” has become so manufactured and, in many ways, trite, that I have a difficult time observing and taking part in it.
That does not mean that I don’t find joy in Christ’s birth, or love the concept of being with loved ones … family, friends, neighbors and strangers.
But shouldn’t that pretty much be an everyday thing? Not just seasonal? Shouldn’t our acts of love and kindness and giving come from the heart, and not the mall?
Oh, I just noticed that my face skin is dry soft and nice right now,
My mind continues to go back to a sight i have in my head and a place I want to be in my heart. It involves the story of the song, “Silent Night.”
That is my Christmas song. It has nothing to do with being the most wonderful time of the year or the idea that Santa Claus is coming to town. There is no mistletoe or jing-a-ling-ling.
I picture that church in Austria, on that Christmas Eve, when the song, “Silent Night, made its debut.
The song was written during a hard time in that area’s history. The Napoleonic Wars. As always, the wars ere turbulent and brutal and changed to landscape and borders of countries.
The lyrics were written Rev. Joseph Mohr, in 1816, initially as a poem. The music was composed by Franz Xaver Gruber, in 1818.
On Christmas Eve, 1818, in a small church in Oberndorf, Austria, the Rev. Mohr and Gruber sang “Silent Night” for the first time. Gruber, the church organist, accompanied the song on guitar, because the church’s organ wasn’t working.
The lyrics are part or what give my life meaning. It is a song that can be sung on any day, and it can soother my soul.
My feelings of Christmas are what I think at this time of my life. As a child, I saw things differently. Throughout my life, my feelings and attitudes have changed. I have changed a lot of how I feel about many things, as I have lived longer, experienced more, and have gotten to a place where what is in my heart, often takes precedence over what is in my head.
The wonder of Christmas, as a child, is very different than what it is to me, as a 65 year-old women,
If I let it, the outside world can rattle my insides. The world, the commercials, the songs, the sentiments, being Hallmark or whatever, try to tell me how to feel. I don’t like that. My mind and heart are my own and not destined to be controlled by media, marketing or messages from people I don’t know.
I have walked the aisles of Walmart and Target and the virtual aisles of amazon, seeing so many things whose value and use is suspect. Perhaps even guaranteed to bring a smile to someone’s face. Yet, in my mind, I as, “What does this product really give? Does it provide more than a momentary ooh and ahh?”
If I am going to give a gift, what can I give that matters? What hows that I understand the recipient’s heart of life?
It gets hard. It really does.
The word “meaningful” means so much more to me than it used to. I want my gift to mean something. I want my love to mean something. And I want my life to mean something.
Wow, I did get off the topic that I began with. I mentioned ho wit was hard to stay buoyant, when others as mired in the reality of sickness, anxiety and hardships of life.
But instead of writing in that direction, I transported my mind and heart to that Austrian Village, where a simple song brings me peace.
Silent Night. Holy Night.
All is calm. All is bright.
Round yon Virgin, Mother and Child
Holy infant so tender and mild
Sleep in Heavenly peace.
Sleep i Heavenly peace.
Wishing you peace at some moment, everyday.