12 December





The reason for the season

I had to drive the chick-lets to school this morning. It's not a bad drive but there are 6 lights in a 2.5 mile stretch so you do need to be a bit patient.
I stopped at the market on my way home and realized after I got in there that I had the wrong list...for the second time! This is not all that unusual of a thing for me and I do realize that it is pretty far down the list of things that could go wrong. Still, it's kind of a pain since it means I must get back to the store at some point, do some baking, cleaning and get to work on time...blah, blah, blah.
So, I'm sitting at the 5th light, which is really the 10th since this is my second go round, and I'm thinking about all the things I need to get done and that Christmas is only 2 days away...blah, blah, blah.
I'm a little stressed and I'm wishing that I could get to the "special place" where I'm calm and remembering the peace that this time of year brings. I'm wondering what the point of this whole season is and I'm wishing I would get some sort of special sign from the universe. I'm sort of hoping that the universe will show me in some way how to make this Christmas special and bring a little of the spirit into my heart.
So, I'm still at the light (it's a really long light) and I look over at the car next to me and I see a woman in a winter coat and a turban thing on her bald head. I realize she is turning into the hospital...she must be going for a chemo treatment.

Which led me to think what if the song is wrong...what if it isn't that "next year all our troubles will be out of sight?"
What if this is the year that all our troubles are out of sight?

Who knows what the next year will bring? Perhaps, we should celebrate as if this will be our last Christmas ever.
And, a calm settled over me and even over the road and even over the fields next to the roads. I noticed how pretty things looked with the snow covering everything and the sun rising a beautiful pink and orange and reflecting off the white snow. It was as if the whole earth just exhaled.
She turned into the hospital and I went on through the light to my house.
And, the universe did speak to me in that car, at that light.
It said...the love is the most important thing...and everything else is just fluff, sweetie, icing on the cake.

 ~
i wrote this 5 years ago and nothing about my life is the same. The sentiment, however, remains.





Comments

  1. Anonymous12/12/2013, 08:58

    Wow, thank you for sharing and I love to see the big hale bales lined up!

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  2. Lynn12/12/2013, 09:01

    This is a lovely and touching post, the Universe does send helping signs, I'm always impressed with the timing.

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  3. Kim Cunningham 12/12/2013, 10:08

    So true. Very often our troubles are but little things. Proper perspective changes everything.

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  4. diane 12/12/2013, 11:25

    What a great story! So glad you shared it with us.
    I also have to remind myself now and again to just "slow done" and "breathe".
    Especially around the holidays.
    So, thanks for the reminder.
    Lovely lovely story!!
    diane @ aug's blog

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  5. Mersad12/12/2013, 11:34

    Wonderful peaceful shot. And I agree with you we should always live life to the fullest.

    Mersad
    Mersad Donko Photography

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  6. April12/12/2013, 11:44

    Thanks for sharing. It's ridiculously easy to get caught up in the craziness and stress of the holidays... when did that happen, I don't remember it being like that when i was younger? We could all do with a "stoplight" moment to remember most of it doesn't really matter, in the end, and we should stop to enjoy the things that do matter.

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  7. Brian Miller12/12/2013, 12:16

    i think we should approach each day as if it were our last...appreciate it for what it is...dont put off but do it now...whew...you have 2 days instead of 12 til christmas...you got my heart going...ha

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  8. Margie12/12/2013, 17:49

    You put things into perspective and made me cry. What a beautiful way to look at the holiday. My thought has always been to have Christmas every five years, because I am always stressed at the holiday, working, shopping, cooking, trying to please everyone. Maybe I won't be here next year or things will be different. New appreciation. Thank you.

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  9. Karen @ Beatrice Euphemie12/12/2013, 17:50

    Just beautiful. As I wipe the tears from my eyes. A lovely story to keep it all in perspective and a lovely photo of the trees reaching to heaven. Thank you for that. xo

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  10. Kathy @ SMART Living 365.com12/12/2013, 22:18

    I hopped over from the blog hop today and read this lovely post. It was a refreshing perspective on this time of year and very much appreciated. Thank you. ~Kathy

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  11. murgen13/12/2013, 08:50

    Very nice and I am so happy I am part of the new stuff of 5 years later. :)

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  12. I Just Want A Cup Of Coffee13/12/2013, 20:15

    Beautiful reminder of the loveliness of simplicity this season and of how easily we overlook the gifts we are given all around us every day, all day long... not just on 12/25. :)

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