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Categories: celebrant musings


As I sit to write a Christmas letter, where we’ve been reels through my mind like a broadcast news report and where we’re going like a preview of coming attractions.  Pathways delivered us in this moment and open before us.

Silly humans that we are, we still believe we can order the future, choose the story and pick the plot.  Honestly, we know that saying yes to one pathway and no to another does shape the journey ahead.  Yet we never can be assured that our dreams and final destination will be as we hope.  All we can order is our style of dance.

Will you waltz through the next year?  Square dance?  Ballet on your tippy-toes?  March like a tin soldier?  Are you opting for Lincoln Center, Trafalger Square, or just your own living room?

What will be your style?  Who will lead and who will follow?  How fast-paced is the music?  What will you wear? 

What caption will go under next year’s Christmas letter?



By admin


Categories: celebrant musings

Happy Holidays

You can’t spoil my Christmas. 

I agree with much of the thoughtful discussion about Christmas values, buying locally, stressing that giving trumps getting.  Sometimes, though, the discussion hits a really hard, negative vibe that I think hurts more than it helps.

For example, I read much criticism of Black Friday and those who were out shopping.  I was one of the shoppers, accompanying my daughter.  As a teacher, she exists on a shoestring budget and has to make every penny count as she gifts her family and friends.  Resourceful, crafty, and innovative are words that describe her.  Her thoughtful gifts are often handmade and always creative.  We had a great time stretching her money.  Shopping the sales on that Friday has become a meaningful ritual for us.

I also recently heard strong criticism of “all the junk in the dollar stores”.  My first thought was of the family with several children and few resources.  Taking their children to the dollar store to shop for teachers and gift exchanges is about the only way they can give their children that opportunity.  I know the students can always make something or draw a card, and that’s fine.  But the child wants to be like everyone else and give their teacher something purchased and carefully wrapped and just from them.  Thank heavens for dollar stores.

Look at this darling picture of a friend’s grandchildren with Santa.  Isn’t it the best?  The tradition of taking pictures with Santa is another time-honored ritual.  I want to entitle this photo:  “…and laying a finger aside of his nose….”  Some say take Santa out of the equation, and others are screaming loudly that Happy Holidays is inappropriate as a greeting.  I err on the side of respecting and honoring diversity.  “Happy Holidays” works for me.

Let gentleness grow, even within our broad stroke criticisms.