peace

25 December 2009

Last night I was sitting at home, ready for Christmas, waiting for Carly to collect me and my bags of food and parcels.  I was to spend Christmas Eve, my favourite Christmas “moment,” with my girls and Ryan eating artichoke risotto and sipping wine and watching a favourite movie. 

It’s my favourite night because there is, every year, unfailingly, a sense of peace that comes over me.  I think it’s partly to do with the winter solstice, and partly to do with a collective dreaming and hope. 

So I’m sitting there listening to songs on my computer on random playback and Bruce Springsteen comes on singing We Shall Overcome in The Seeger Sessions.  I think it fits the moment.

Merry Christmas to you and yours.  May you experience peace and hope today.

christmas

25 December 2008

It’s Christmas morning, and all is quiet at Carly and Kelsey’s place.  I am sipping coffee and writing.  Carly’s cat is looking out the window.  It’s a beautiful quietness before the hubbub.  This moment is an extension of the best part of Christmas: the most perfect ‘moment’ that is Christmas Eve. 

Recently a friend asked what the “essence” of Christmas is to me.  It didn’t take much thought to answer.  A good part of that is of course the wonderful hubbub around a warm and loving family sharing a day and a meal.  But the most precious moments of Christmas for me are the quiet ones.  Christmas Eve – when all of the madness pulls up and stops.  You feel it – peace – as you sit warm and look at the lights aglow within homes down the street.  It’s not about buying and parties and traffic jams and stores anymore.  It’s the gift of peace.  And this moment in time is more precious than all of the stuff that swirls around it.  This moment is Christmas.