
In the hustle and bustle or the meditative silence, whether you believe in a roly-poly man sneaking into your house to leave presents while you sleep, the Virgin birth, neither or something other, Christmas Eve is a time to…
A time to what? Finish up the year’s business? Cry, drink oneself to sleep, wrap last minute gifts, gather with friends and/or family? A time to go to church, avoid church, argue, make amends, cook, bake, go to the movies alone? A time to nurture, abstain, visit the sick, volunteer, decorate, clean the house, wait in long airport check-in lines? A time to take a break, work overtime, or eat your feelings?
Whatever is happening in your world, whatever Christmas Eve means to you, may you do it with gusto. I heard a dear acquaintance, a musician, say once, “If you make a mistake, don’t hide it. Paint it red and sing it loud.” – Sydney Steen
A time to what? Finish up the year’s business? Cry, drink oneself to sleep, wrap last minute gifts, gather with friends and/or family? A time to go to church, avoid church, argue, make amends, cook, bake, go to the movies alone? A time to nurture, abstain, visit the sick, volunteer, decorate, clean the house, wait in long airport check-in lines? A time to take a break, work overtime, or eat your feelings?
Whatever is happening in your world, whatever Christmas Eve means to you, may you do it with gusto. I heard a dear acquaintance, a musician, say once, “If you make a mistake, don’t hide it. Paint it red and sing it loud.” – Sydney Steen