Blessings of the Season
Cynthia Taylor Clark
Glittering houses, crisp cold air, warm ovens cooking,
sweet smelling fir
trees, colored lights twinkling.
List making, ribbon
tying, presents hiding, mothers humming,
choirs singing, bells
in distance ringing.
Snow coming, boots
crunching, shinning starry nights,
memories cherished,
making new ones.
Oh how senses come
alive!
Joyous planning,
sharing feasts, family toasting,
Fires bright for cozy
nights, tucked in bed, children dreaming,
loving gifts, hugs to
share, blessing wishes each new year.
Laughter echoes,
stockings tiptoe, early rises sneak below,
all the trimmings,
such delight, pure abundance all aglow.
Tis the Season, Merry
Christmas!
Just the feelings, heartlight
grows!
Creating Magic & Balance
Today I gave myself the gift of stretching and Yoga with the
sun shinning through the skylights. Only 11 degrees upon rising. After painting
yesterday, I feel the innocence of my inner child feeling the lightness of the
holiday approaching. As I felt guided to turn on PBS, I was delighted to find a
travel show about Christmas in Germany. The many outdoor markets in the
beautiful villages of old filled with decorated booths of traditional wooden
and glass ornaments, and their many tempting foods and treats. It was like
walking through one of their sweet advent calendars that I have collected over
the years. I have enjoyed this tradition with my twin daughters since they
were 3 yrs old. Opening a window each day, to reveal an animal or toy as we counted
down the days till St. Nicholas came, and the baby was laid in the manger.
Can we keep the magic of the season alive with all the distractions?
I must say that the feelings I carry about my own childhood and
that of my own children bring that precious twinkle of Joy to my heart. But now
I have to decide how to create more of that Joy within myself, since I do not
have little ones around to remind me. Christmas is a delight to behold, even
with the way too many cues to shop until you drop. I love to see the
decorations and the little children's faces bundled in their snow suits and boots
dreaming their Christmas dreams.
My prayers for all of us this season are for more awareness
in the moments of celebration and being kind to each other. We need a little
more patience as we go about the hustle and bustle of preparing for the big
day. Let the theme of counting each day special begin with your own traditions. Let love and
appreciation activate your heart center in making decisions of how much to do.
We do not need to be in overwhelm. But we can make an intention to chose those
things that make the heart sing, things that remind us of the memories that we
are creating. And so that we may be a blessing to ourselves as well as to our
family and community.
