Saturday, December 25, 2010
If you can't beat 'em, join 'em
Aren't we forgetting the true meaning of Christmas? You know ... the birth of Santa. -- Bart Simpson
It's a cloudy, chilly day in Washington DC. We might even get a few snow showers later today, adding to the Christmassy vibe. Oh yeah. Right now all is quiet. There's no traffic, no one is charging down East Capitol talking on the phone, or running or biking. No one is at the bus stop. It is truly peaceful out there. Nice!
My housemates are out of town, so the chateau, too, is quiet and still. Even Betty Louise (the houseghost) left me alone last night, (thanks Betty!) so I am well rested and mellow. I have candles burning in my little "fireplace," I'm drinking tea, eating broken cookie bits, admiring one of my favorite presents: a snow globe that contains all the monuments and the Capitol. There's a little music box in the base of the globe that plays Battle Hymn of the Republic. It doesn't get better than that, does it?
In awhile, I'll gather my wits about me (and the bag of bloody mary fixins), walk to a friend's house where we are set to engage in a lazy afternoon of leftovers and movies.
I used to tilt against Christmas. I'm a Jewish shaman after all and felt for a long time that I should not take part in the festivities. I believed celebrating was, in some way, a betrayal of my values. Or - I focused on the fact that I have no kids, no family close by, no partner, no traditions around the day. I excoriated myself for being such a FREAK, I held myself apart from Christmas just because I am so not mainstream. My, my.
The years I fought hard not to observe the holiday were quite miserable. The truth is: resistence is futile. Ever since I decided to dance in shamanic alignment with this day of gathering, rejoicing, feasting and gift giving, I've been a lot happier. No brainer, eh?
To all: Shalom and Happy Christmas. Cheers!