Spirituality

Survival . . . Part 2

I recently asked the question about what Christmas means in a person’s heart and I received really great replies! In this season of holiday giving, I’d like to share some of the wisdom that the loving people in my life expressed. They’ve taught me that the biggest gift of the season is one I give to myself—self love and appreciation.

My friend Carol responded that Jesus is the reason for the season. Truthfully, the old me would bristle at those words. That’s a phrase that made me cringe. I’m now at a place in my life where I know she’s right. Actualized love was born into human form on that night so long ago and is in fact living on in each one of us.

Unity folks call it Christ consciousness. They’re right too.

For me, this consciousness is love so that Christmas in my heart is centering and focusing on love no matter the circumstances or situation.

Everything that is not contained within this vessel of heart love is man-made and probably way too stressful for my preferred level of peace and comfort.

Jesus was the ultimate love shower and my example. Much of his love was pronounced through prayer. That is the way it will be for me this Christmas time—prayer and letters of love along with phone calls to wish Christmas cheer.

I’m doing my best to keep my spotlight on love and off the differences in my present relationship with Christmas. There are obvious losses, but to dwell on them creates unnecessary agony. I strive to find a healthy balance between letting my wounds fester and honoring my sacred memories and traditions. The latter are all a part of me, a part of the love that is me today.

“We will not regret the past nor wish to shut the door on it.” I embrace the past as love, wrap it up as a Christmas gift and give it to myself this year.

Survival of the Spiritually Fit at Christmas–Part 1

I’ve been fascinated with religious and/or spiritual beliefs all my life. Having been raised in a non church-going home (although my family background is assuredly Christian), I’ve always been curious about what–and why–people believe the way they do.

Let me say at the outset that I consider myself a Christian and that I think Jesus was a great guy.  I do my best to live by the principles he espoused, I pray regularly and often and from time to time, turn the pages of one of my several versions of the Bible.

I celebrate our nation’s founding principle of religious freedom and its been years since I found it necessary to try to convince someone that my beliefs were the only ones good enough to get into heaven.  In fact, one of the many gifts of recovery has been my respect and honor of those who think differently.  In my book, there is no right or wrong.

This night finds me thinking of all the folks out there who don’t celebrate Christmas.  What must they think of all the commercial hoop-la around this religious holiday?  How in the world do they survive the onslaught of visual and auditory (not to mention subliminal) messages that seemingly begin July 1st?  Short of moving into a thatched hut in the middle of the desert or an igloo at the North Pole–oops, better not go there!–how do they/we escape the incessant stimulation?

I discovered the answer this year.  Actually, I fell into the answer out of necessity; if you read my previous post, you’ll understand why.  If you share my sense of the curious, check back–or better yet, subscribe and/or follow this blog from the home page and more will be revealed!