Merry Christmas!

December 26, 2015 at 7:21 pm (By Ron) ()

Here I am a day late!  Ah, well…. I enclose my younger self to show you the proper Christmas sass:

 

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I, of course, engaged in the usual Christmas Watching Of The Die Hard (“Now I have a machine gun!  Ho Ho Ho”)

I am staying at a friends place for the moment, so no Ron freezing stories….I’m not in the perfect position, but things are ok for now.  I hope you all had an excellent holiday!

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3 Comments

  1. LouiseM said,

    No Ron freezing stories is a good thing. I hope the year ahead brings new opportunities for health, happiness, wholeness and expression for you, Ron, and for all who stop by this place to ponder, reflect, and connect.

    The tree in the photo brings back memories of Christmas Past, as a white spray painted pine tree graced my childhood home during Christmas in the late 50’s and early 60’s. Googling “white vintage Christmas trees” brings up images that reveal the splendor of those coniferous confections.

    I didn’t have a lot of Christmas Sass myself, which is more impressive in this photo than the pictured tree, and I presume to be part of the vitality and sap that kept that young boy going. What I experienced over and over was Christmas Angst, the walking-on-eggshells result of living with a parent with personality disorder. When it came time to drag the tree outdoors to the fire barrel for January burning, I’d break off a branch and save it in my sock drawer until the needles fell off. Finding safe ways to express and hold emotion back then was a challenge. While the older brother and sister who used to tease me for being sensitive and sentimental for saving a tree branch have both given way to severe hoarding tendencies in their later years, I somehow managed to thankfully escape that fate. I have however, come to extend the earlier practice of saving a branch by buying small live trees with roots to bring indoors for our Christmas celebrations before placing them back outdoors on the porch to await spring planting. What they lack in immediate show and size is made up for with later glory. Our first live tree, a blue spruce now stands over 35 feet tall and is a joy to behold.

    Quote for the New Year from today’s reading:

    “There is a vitality, a life force, a quickening that is translated through you into action, and because there is only one of you in all time, this expression is unique. And if you block it, it will never exist through any other medium and be lost. The world will not have it. It is not your business to determine how good it is, nor how valuable it is, nor how it compares with other expressions. It is your business to keep it yours clearly and directly, to keep the channel open. You do not even have to believe in yourself or your work. You have to keep yourself open and aware directly to the urges that motivate you. Keep the channel open.”
    Martha Graham, from The Life and work of Martha Graham by A de Mille

  2. LouiseM said,

    Also read this one over Christmas:

    Once there was a great king who asked his magician to find him a courageous man for a dangerous mission. After a long search, the magician brought four men before his master. The king, wishing to choose the most courageous of the four, asked the magician to arrange a test.

    The king, the magician and the four men went to the edge of a large field, on the other side of which stood a barn. The magician gave instructions: “Each man shall have his turn. He is to walk to the barn and bring forth what is there inside.”

    The first man walked across the field. Suddenly a storm came up: lightning flashed, thunder rolled, the ground shook. The man hesitated. He was frightened. As the storm increased, he fell down in fear.

    The second man walked across the field. The storm grew worse, until it was a tempest. The second man passed the first man, but finally he also fell down.

    The third man started with a rush, and passed the other two. But the heavens opened, the ground split, and the barn itself waved and cracked. The third man fell down.

    The fourth started slowly. He felt his footing. His face was white with fear. But he was more afraid of being thought afraid than of anything else. Slowly he passed the first man, and he said, to himself, “I’m alright — so far.” Foot by foot he went on until he had passed the second man, and again he said to himself, “So far I’m alright.” Little by little he closed the gap between him and the third man, while the storm got worse. When he passed the third frightened man he said to himself, “So far I’m alright. Nothing has happened to me. I can go a little farther.” So little by little, an inch at a time now, he went towards the barn. He got there at last, and just before he touched the latch he said, “So far I’m alright. I can go a little farther.” Then he put his hand on the latch.

    Instantly the storm ceased, the ground was steady, and the sun shone. The man was astonished. From inside the barn came a munching sound. For a moment he thought it might be a trick. Then he thought, “I’m still alright,” and opened the door. Inside he found a white horse eating oats. Nearby was a suit of white armour. The man put it on, saddled the horse, rode out to the king and the magician, and said, “I am ready, Sire.”

    “How do you feel?” asked the king.

    “I’m alright so far,” the man said.

    from Osho Stories

    Add being alright so far to my hopes and goals for 2016.

  3. LouiseM said,

    Valentine’s Day. The trees are down. Ole Sol is gaining strength. Here’s hoping being alright so far is continuing to happen.

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