Christmas has never been my favorite time of the year. It’s filled with too much expectation. What we fail to realize is the time before us, the now, is the best time. It’s only in retrospect that such insight becomes clear. What we have left behind can never be recovered, except in the inner eye of memory. Small trinkets of the past can reignite an ephemeral contact. The touch or site of an object can illicit a smell, the sound of a voice no longer with us, a moving picture in the mind.
Opening Christmas boxes is a voyage into the family crypt. Tread bravely. Joy and melancholy await you, ghosts of Christmas past. Can’t shake it? Don’t. Submerge. Move through it. Look at it, touch it and put it on the tree. Retrieve the memory, but live in the present.
Light comes when you shift your reverie. Search your inner world for what brings you joy, sparks your imagination, nurtures your joie de vivre. Use that. Move toward that. It doesn’t need social sanctioning. It’s your personal turnkey. It transcends the holidays.
It may not be what you want it to be, the holidays I mean, but it will be better then you thought it would be. Those of us who build full lives are very brave indeed. Pax. Noel.
More info: 57 million people in the US suffer from depression annually. Holidays can trigger or exacerbate states of depression often referred to as the “holiday blues”. “Beating the Holiday Blues and Depression” is an excellent article by Dr. Bill Knaus (no known connection to Santa) on depression triggers and clinical methods of countering them. “RX for the Holiday Blues” offers common sense tactics to fighting off this malady.