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Best Wishes

In these times of holiday blitz, when running about trying to make everything perfect and cramming as many activities in as possible, I want to take a moment and send my fervent hope to all those struggling.  Be they shut-ins, mentally or physically ill, suffering personal losses and the death of loved ones, or those living in desperate circumstances, they need our love, devotion, and attention throughout the year but perhaps, especially now.

Most of us spin through our days accomplishing goals, worrying about the dramas and needs in our lives, or working so hard we don’t notice the rest of the world.  We are in a time when that may be more necessary than ever before.  But the Holidays are here to remind us of the outer world and the greater good.  As much as you are able, extend yourself to others.  You may never know what that gesture will do.  It may make all the difference to someone who will, in turn, pass it on to others less fortunate than ourselves, for, let’s face it, for almost everyone there are multitudes who are less fortunate.

Let us also be mindful of the results the actions of technology bring.  As companies and scientists seek ways to increase food production, let them do so with forethought for the outcomes.  Genetic manipulation of grains for better yields might result in negative impacts on the soil or on the people ingesting those grains. We need to increase food production but not at the risk of harm.

And let us not forget those people in life-threatening circumstances such as the refugees and those trapped in war.  The Rohinga,  Syrians, and those who lack shelter and the bare necessities to maintain life need our help.  We can not turn a blind eye to their needs even if the least you can do is heartfelt prayer.

My wish is for all of us to unite as one people, not many, as unrealistic as that sounds.  Our political leaders may seem hell-bent on destroying each other and their countries but let us lobby for moderation and sanity in all their actions.

As our society becomes increasingly radicalized, let us seek education to inform the minds of those easily swayed to induce harm on others.  We all are alike under the skin, may we seek to always remember that in these shifting times.

Finally, my thanks to all those who have read my work.  I draw strength and guidance through much I read in your work.  I hope the holidays and the coming year bring health, happiness, wealth and a positive, uplifting journey.  Merry Christmas.

Thanksgiving and Gratitude

My Grinch is coming out.  Thanksgiving was when my Mother was alive and put out a huge spread which she would always take a picture of.  Thanksgiving is now the time everyone seems to gear up for Black Friday – except for us poor folk.  I’m lucky if I can do a little Cyber Monday but not much.  These times they have been changing.  I feel like Albert in Miracle on 42nd Street – “Who put the commercialism into Christmas?” Although now it starts before Halloween. How can you be thankful when you can’t keep the Holidays in linear alignment?

My family always treats the Holidays with great stress.  Who should go where – what to bring – Should we try to force ourselves into uncomfortable gatherings?  There is so much stress, you can’t find it in you to give from your heart.  You stand, feet moving back and forth, shuffling to find an easier position.  Your Holiday contribution to the meal lies untouched, except by you, the only one to eat it.  And worse, it was a staple on Mom’s Thanksgiving table – Heresy!!

Gratitude?  To either be with persons you don’t really want to be with or be sequestered within the walls of your empty home.  Honestly, the fact that we have a home is an amazing thing to be grateful for.  And if not your own home, than a shelter or another person who offers you a bed in which to sleep.

Disgruntled by what you have to bring or that no one appreciates it, or that you have to go to a Community Meal?  Let us get down on our knees and be grateful we have access to nourishing food.  Think of the refugees, those in Aleppo or other sites across the world that have no food, water, shelter.  And those within our own community, particularly the elderly and children.

So many of us struggle with the holidays, particularly so because of our disease.  Most of our friends and relatives simply don’t understand why we are so uncomfortable, withdrawn or manic.  Why can’t we be better?  We can’t, that’s why.  We are doing the best we can.  Just realize they struggle with our illness too.  They might really want to relate better with us but don’t know how.  If we need to, we can gently explain it to them.

But there are real and valid reasons for gratitude and thankfulness.  We do get help.  We can get services to assist us even if persistence is necessary to obtain them.  Our support groups can help.  Even if we are hanging in by the skin of our teeth, there are crisis centers to call, ministers to talk to, friends or neighbors to talk to.  We can keep to our traditions.  Watch all those sappy movies that have little to do with real life. Do things for others.  Pray for guidance and understanding. Smile as much as we can because the act itself, even if forced, realigns your face and emotions. Finally,  realize that it is only a month and a week before it is over.

 

 

It’s over

Ahhhhh!  It’s over. No more baking
multitudes of cookies
No more frantic hunting
for just the right gift –
that probably won’ be anyway.
No more parties I
don’t want to be at.

No more listening to Uncle Harvey’s
lame, stupid jokes he s said
every year since I can remember.
No more sloppy kisses from
Great Aunt Gertrude.
No more car, plane, train rides
that seem to last for days,
sometimes more.

Did you see that sweater
my blessed mother gave me,
knitting into the wee hours
of dark, cold night?
Well it will do for the
ugly sweater party next year.

No more watching the uncles
and Dear Old Dad, get smashed,
knocking over the Christmas tree.
Then drive them home –
George lives two hours away!

You know?
I’m actually kind of bored.

Home for the Holidays

Begins the dreaded yearning
for hearth and home
as only Mom can make it . . .
a pervasive, clinging need
to nestle in the warm embrace
and drink from the wellspring
of utter contentment.

And so the journey,with attendance to a multitude
of details large and small,
the flurry of messages
so all is properly prepared,
paid for, sealed, delivered
to the doorstep
of the elusive family of heart.

Each gathering brings
the flood of memory
washing pores in bracing chill,
peeling the layers bit by bit
until all the adult trappings
are removed
and you become
the impressionable, innocent child
of yester year.
Yet with the vestiges
of bitter disillusionment remain.

Hence, the clangor and din
with which the most precious
of long awaited (and feared) days passes,
reducing us to our basest of selves,
hammering at each other
in long held patterns of familial, ritualistic torture
. . . . . to devolvement,
a flood of tears and aching hearts,
a tentative reweaving of the tapestry,
each time believing the threads
are realigned just differently enough
that the picture will have a different face
until the next time
the yearning begins.