Wish for Abundance and Love….

A Wish for Abundance and Love…

by Rosanne

Oh, the weather outside is frightful!  But inside its so delightful.  And since we’ve no place to go.  Let it snow! Let it snow! Let it snow!

The opening lines to a popular Christmas Carol.  If you were raised in the Traditions of Gift Giving, abundance of food, family and friends sharing loving times together, then this song paints that Norman Rockwell perfect picture.  Everything we need, we already have.

 But how does all of this ‘stuff’ come together??

Someone has to spend countless hours and money shopping for the perfect gifts, the abundance of food, the drinks, the decorations, the perfect dress, the tree, the lights, the ornaments, the wrap.  The last minute “Gotta have this” that seem to make the day special, tie everything together in a big, pretty bow.

The list seems endless.  

Given an infinite amount of time for an infinite point in time, I imagine, the efforts made for this event could go on infinitely.  Would we ever have enough?  Would we ever find we’ve built the perfect holiday celebration? When the deadline is infinite, how do we get those last minute deal makers?  Would we be satisfied?

Flip that coin on its head…. let’s look at what happens when we don’t have the planned time to prepare all of this.

Box of cookiesMy gift giving revolves around baking.  I love to bake.  I wear my grandmother’s  beautiful crystal beads she’d wear out  but once a year to a New Year’s party.   I don’t go to such events these days.  (maybe I should start!!).  So now they are my “baking beads”.   I bake various delicious cookies, fudge, bite-sized balls of bliss.  Cookies that melt in your mouth, biscotti that needs to be dunked, sparkly ginger cookies, cookies that are crunchy and chewy all at once, jam filled sandwich cookies.  Well… you get the idea.  The list goes on.  I’m in the zone when I bake, and feel that every cookie is imbued with the vibe of warmth and love I feel when baking for dear ones.   

This year, for me, is a year interrupted.  I was called a couple of weeks ago to hear a dear friend telling me he was in the hospital and would not be leaving there alive.  Everything stops, including my heart.  I found myself on a plane that day to see him one last time and say my goodbyes. 

There is comfort in hearing quotes that he didn’t go anywhere.  Just his body left. 

From my brother, Bhaskar: “The great Indian luminary Ramana Maharishi was very frail and about to leave his body. His disciples gathered around him mourning, “Maharishi, you will soon be gone. We will miss you.”
The Maharishi replied, “But where am I going?”

So, today, after many necessary tears and heartache, I bake.  I have selected the Songza playlist  of acoustic guitar Christmas music playing softly in the air.  The house is filled with smells of cinnamon and ginger.  I will bake what I can, and the rest simply doesn’t matter. 

“The weather outside is frightful.”  To me, this is the ‘story’ we can, if we choose, get wrapped up in.  The heaviness of losing a dear one.  The going on without them.

“But inside its so delightful.” To me, this means, what is present, all that is unchanging, all that is truth gives us peace, joy, and bliss.

“And since we’ve no place to go…” To me, this means, the hustle and bustle of shopping and doing and rushing to meet the deadline that we are never fully prepared for is simply not necessary.  We just don’t have to do this. 

“Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow.” To me, this is truly accepting what is, as it is.

All that is needed, in this season of giving and brotherly love, is to be.   Surround yourselves with the abundance of the family you are born to and the family you choose, and even those you didn’t.   The rest of it falls in line as it will. Love IS all you need.

I wish you all a holiday season of abundance and love.  I wish for you that this abundance and love is stretched out beyond these next few days  and reaches every day of your life.

1 Comment

  • Love it. The simplicity of the message through your story


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