In this very strangest of years, Christmas time has come feeling – well, feeling more Christmassy – than any other has felt for me in a very long time.
No decorations, no parties, no fancy dress (and let’s face it, maybe not even a shower). No mad dash shopping, no lights, no tree.
I don’t know about you, but we just didn’t have the energy or capacity for any of that this year.
We are spending the holiday in isolation, after bringing a kid home from university, wearing masks in our home and eating at separate stations for the time being. Hibernating.
These are indeed strange times, destabilizing and traumatizing, and enduring longer than we expected or hoped.
And yet, I find myself feeling more love, more contentment, more joy and more peace.
I think perhaps there is a gift here, the gift of slowing down, of placing focus on what’s really important – relationships, love, caring for each other. Rekindling dreams and passions.
It’s a season for rekindling relationships, even if that’s happening on a screen instead of in person.
It’s a season for taking time to write cards and notes to put in the post; for preparing treats and meals to be dropped off curbside and contact-free; for spending time in real conversation with the people we care about the most, and with new friends and acquaintances. A season for appreciating each other.
It feels like an old-fashioned Christmas to me; it has nothing to do with the trappings, even if they are present, and everything to do with slowing down, spending time with each other, appreciating each other, holding each other closer than we have in a very long time.
It’s a season for doing all those things I couldn’t find time or capacity for in my previous beforetime life because, like most of us, I felt exhausted and depleted before the holidays ever rolled around,
All those those things are really what life is all about.
Connection. And Community.
It’s ironic that we’re managing to rediscover and create that without physical contact, with masks that cover our smiles and fog up our glasses.
If I could give you any gift this season, it would be the gift of feeling warm and safe and content, knowing that, despite all evidence to the contrary, all is well.
I wish you knew how delightful you are. Right here and now in this very moment. Just as you are.
I wish you the knowing of how incredibly resourced you already are.
I wish you the knowing that you have everything inside you to that you need to thrive.
I wish you the knowing that there is no one in the entire universe like you, that you are unique and amazing and wonderful.
I wish you the knowing that you don’t need to compete or struggle or hustle or climb over anyone to find that.
I wish you the knowing that there is room enough and abundance enough in this universe to support you.
I wish you the knowing that we hold the power to change the world together.
We have been challenged to face our fears as our health and safety and livelihoods have been threatened, to be creative and pivot while feeling the real trauma of the times that just makes me want to crawl back into bed a lot of days.
The times have caused us to recognize privilege and abundance of resources that are not accessible to everyone because of the systems that have shaped us for generations – colonialism, capitalism, racism, and the patriarchy.
We can find ourselves holding all of that reality, all the hope for transformative change, all the despair and all the love, all the fear and all the joy, all at once.
It’s a lot.
It doesn’t mean there isn’t room to grow, or work to do in creating a better world. It doesn’t mean we can’t wish to gather in person and hold each other in long hugs again.
It means that we have all of it in ourselves to create.