Christmas Angels

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christmas paint (Photo credit: cassie_bedfordgolf)

Each year, Christmas Spirit enters into my soul and settles, like a cool mist on the hard winter ground. Always a little different, depending on the state of my life. Christmas gives me something every year, but I am only able to accept what I’m ready for in my heart.

I’ve spent many Christmases feeling sorry for myself, alone and pitiful. I used to wonder what my purpose is, am I fulfilling it, am I a success, a failure, how can I improve myself so that I will be happy.
As the years pass, my concerns are more for others than myself. How do I give my family a happy pleasant day, and carry it through the year? Who can I help that needs help? How can I spend my time to make the world a happier, more peaceful place – whether it’s just my little corner of Smithfield, Rhode Island, the nation, the world?

I’ve witnessed many random acts of kindness this past week, more than the obligatory letting cars pull out in front of you at the Mall on Christmas Eve. I believe it’s a result of those horrendous events in Newtown, Connecticut. How many parents are holding their children closer, being a little more patient, living in the moment a little more? I know I am.

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joy to the world…please

George Harrison with Ravi Shankar, 1967

George Harrison with Ravi Shankar, 1967 (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Levels of joy and sadness are spiking up and down with such high intensity these past few days. The joy of the holidays has been pierced with the sadness of Newtown. The joy in celebrating life and heroic deeds – the best that humans have to offer, in sharp contrast to the worst we can imagine.

Thanks to akreed for her blog post on the passing of Indian musician Ravi Shankar this past week.

I am a huge Beatles and George Harrison fan, so Ravi means something special to me in terms of the joy and grounding he provided George, not to mention his influence on his (and their) music.

here is the post — via joy.

I sincerely and urgently hope that joy travels your way through these next difficult days, as we try our best to celebrate and mourn simultaneously.

Two of My Favorite Celtics

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English: Kevin Garnett playing with the Minnes...

English: Kevin Garnett playing with the Minnesota Timberwolves (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

 

This blog doesn’t usually cover sports figures. That I am a long time Celtics fan, a Kevin McHale fan and a Kevin Garnett fan doesn’t usually work its way up here.

But these are two men that I truly admire for their talent, their spirit and their perspective. McHale pretty much discovered KG and managed him through the first 12 years of his NBA career. They share a bond that runs deep.

McHale lost his daughter Sasha to Lupus earlier this year. For more about this brave and talented girl read here
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KG provided comfort to Kevin McHale as best he could. And in light of the hideous act of horror that took place on Friday in Connecticut, the nightmare that I still can’t quite wake up from as a mother, as a parent, I thought that this display of love, compassion and comfort might touch the readers of this blog who may not be in tune with basketball, the Celtics and these two fine men the way that I am.

Surrender

Autumn Surrender

Autumn Surrender (Photo credit: James Marvin Phelps)

Surrender.

Debra’s blogpost hits home in so many ways. She is such a wonderful writer, with words that penetrate my heart and soul.

On the surface she blogs about a back injury. Underneath, it’s about living in the moment, even if that moment sucks, in order to break on through to the other side, so to speak.

And it’s about compassion not just for others, but for yourself. Yes YOU. So many of us are so hard on ourselves, and have unattainable expectations for ourselves. Guess what? Sometimes its okay to say I’m afraid, in pain and not in a good place. Sometimes that’s the only way to get out of that place at all. Surrender is, in her words…

having compassion for myself the same as I would have for anyone else…

Sounds easy, but I know so many people who are suffering right now, and while they are going through bad times are beating themselves and berating themselves. Why does this have to happen to me? What is wrong with me? What did I do wrong? I should have known better. Work/School/Life/Love (pick one) is always going to be miserable for me because of me.

I do it myself.

My wish is for all the people I love to find a way to surrender to the pain, and while living through it remember that they didn’t cause the pain. My prayer is that they move away from the pain and towards happiness.