I've been kind of sentimental lately, listening to music that brings back my formative years, missing Jake, getting teary over cute animal videos on Facebook and such. For awhile I thought it must be some bizarre hormonal spike - bizarre because, after menopause, almost all the emotional drama of the reproductive years evaporates into thin air. Poof.
But then I remembered, oh yeah, this is the holiday season. In order to dance in shamanic alignment with this time, one must get a little misty eyed here and there, one must think of the good old days, whatever that means. I am definitely not one to wax rhapsodic about how things used to be better than they are now. Some things are better now, some things were better then - same as it ever was. And as far as my personal history is concerned, right now is the best time of my entire life. Never - not ever - do I wish I were young again.
The human capacity to be sentimental is a function of the way we decide to store memory. It's wonderful to remember all the best things, though - a bit out of character for me. However since I plunged in face first when Thanksgiving came around, I'm in the energetic current of the holidays. To dance in shamanic alignment requires some sentimental moments.
So be it! Shalom and Cheers!
Close-up of my ancestor altar. In the pic is my sister Karen, the oldest (may she fly high), and my beloved sister Deborah, looking adorable. I am the baby.
11 comments:
reya you're already seeing . . . steven
Love this...a post definitely in tune with this sentimental gentleman. :-)
Love love love the family shot with the wine glass.
Classic.
Steven, I am? My brain is always the last to know!
Aww Michael and Lynne. Awwwww
Lynne I regularly pour wine for my ancestors. Also coffee, food, I light candles, leave fresh flowers until they wilt, fruit until it turns, etc.
I am very devout!
Awwww is right!
I think it's healthy for our brains to switch into a sentimental remembering mode every once in a while -- to consider where we came from, our traditions, our roots -- which is really why we have holidays in the first place, right?
Yes, been missing my dogs as well. I am dog sitting again and that always brings me joy and tugs at the memories a bit as well. Sweet and sour as everything is.
Now that photo is downright adorable just gosh darn downright!
Sweet and sour indeed.
Next thing you know you'll be putting up a christmas tree. Hee hee
You're right-'tis the season. We just did a totally nostalgic evening over Thanksgiving: Family, lots of laughter, music, old pictures, and forgotten stories. I felt the prick of tears several times. But I'm with you-I wouldn't want to go back.
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