Not yet taking the tree down and putting the decorations away, I’m sitting here saying goodbye to lists, preparations and wondering if I’ve forgotten anyone or anything. It’s been a lovely Christmas with friends, number 2 son home from Peru, good food, no alcohol, and memories of previous Christmases, trying to forget the worst 3 years ago, alone in Crosshouse hospital with liver disease and reconstituted turkey.
I’m celebrating with one last run through of Smooth Classics at Christmas, a CD that Chris and Louisa gave me in 2001. They had just flown home via Icelandair and were in Reykjavik for some hours when I was still in the country, up north at Holar Agricultural College working with an international team writing learning materials, unable to go outside because the wind chill factor was so low. That was a lovely homecoming and Christmas. I wove “Shore Patterns” as a memento of that experience, inspired by a walk along Brodick beach with the dog, so glad to be home.
That CD has my all time favourite rendition of Silent Night by the Vienna Boys Choir. It evokes the whole meaning of Christmas for me.
Each year I understand better what a miracle it was that Christ was sent to live among us and at least TRY to get us to understand the meaning of peace and compassion towards each other. With his example we can tap into the resource of how it can be done and at the same time find the support and strength to keep on trying, knowing that we have his unconditional love on the journey.
My concepts have changed since Christmases past about so many things in my life. The difference between what I used to think was right and wrong and how I see it much more compassionately now. That it’s OK to make mistakes and get things wrong and know that forgiveness is possible as is trying again and learning from mistakes.
Unbelievable this is my 69th Christmas and it still has that magic that leaves just a wee smidgen of regret every year when it’s over.
Looking forward to the new year.