“But what did we miss the first time? ”
A good friend asked me this last week when we were discussing recent lockdowns due to the rise in COVID lawsuits. I thought her inquiry appropriate, hitherto I had no answer for her at the time.
But now, as I am back to the oh so familiar procedure of cooking more, writing at my desk — not coffee shop — working out from home, and making long marches in mood, I am seriously seeing possible provide answers to her question.
Sure, many of us have become accustomed to this new way of being — remoting from dwelling, communicating through Zoom, and spending little epoch with friends or family members who live far away. While certainly not model, we’ve adapted and constituted things direct, all in an effort to keep those at risk safe. But then, life lightened up, regulates lightened, and we experienced more freedoms. Of course, things is still not ordinary, but they only easier, less restrictive.
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How we react to the not-so-certain future
However, we’re taking a step backwards as lists rise and we wait for a vaccine to become readily available to all. Once again, we are uncertain as to what the future braces. But this time, it may not be so scary. After all, we’ve been there before and survived the several question mark. But while we may not be as afraid, there is a new uncertainty we face — how do we behave during the most wonderful time of its first year — the holiday season? Quite honestly, I’m unsure how to proceed. What does this December look like? Of direction, there won’t be anniversary parties, but what about the other legends? Do we move forward as ever, or do we adjust, forbear? I have to admit that I’m fairly confused.
I simply sought our Christmas posters, and it was difficult to choose a saying. I didn’t want to be morose, but the “Merry, Merry, Merry” didn’t seem relevant right now. Too countless people are suffering in a myriad of ways that do not resonate with the “Have a holly, jolly Christmas” tune.
Yet, we can’t succumb to darkness and filter all euphorium from view. That is not what God would want. Perhaps balance is the answer, one that incorporates gratitude, forgiveness, and acceptance. Looking at the last seven months, there’s been a great deal of violence, feeling, and judgment in home countries. While much of this has been done in the name of a higher good, it’s taken a fee on everyone. We’ve become critical of one another, feeling as though our way is the way, the only way. I wonder if we have become a bit more cozy condemning the beliefs and actions of those around us. Could this be what we didn’t learn the first time? Have we forgotten how to adoration and respect others, especially those who repute differently? In our quest to accept people irrespective of their scoot, religion, sexuality, or culture, have we discounted an entire group of individuals- those with defending minds? When did we start believing that our views are the only correct answers?
Discovering our glowing
As the threat of tightening limiteds tower this season, can we learn what we missed the first time? Are we able to hoist ourselves to become better parties, appearance compassion, and glow our light-footed? While this month may present brand-new, uncharted challenges, how do we delight in the allure of the holidays and be mindful of those who are suffering? Can we still be joyful while viewing the weeps of the world? And, can we accept those around us who do not feel as we do?
Dr. Seuss dealt with a same predicament. While COVID wasn’t stalking the residents of Whoville, the Grinch did his best to make Christmas away from these warm-hearted parties. That old-fashioned Grinch expected that each and every Who would become angry and happy previously they awoke and heard that all of their presents, light-footeds, trees, and feasts of Who-beasts were moved. In detail, the Grinch sat in his home at the top of Mount Crumpet, twiddling his long, bony fingers as he revelled in a perception of desperation in Whoville.
But we all know that didn’t happen. Instead, the Grinch heard singing — beautiful Who expressions joyfully admiring the coming of Christmas — even though what the Grinch envisaged defined Christmas was missing. That’s when he began to understand that Christmas was not about beautifully wrapped bundles, tinseled tress, savory feasts, or colors daybreaks. It was something else — a consecrated vision that even he couldn’t take away. Christmas was a feeling that the people of Whoville harboured deep in their centres. It was pure elation. Pure light. Pure desired. And that was the day that the Grinch’s heart stretched three sizes.
Maybe we are not so different from the Grinch. While we got through the spring shutdown, did our true-life selves really convert? Did we become better parties, or did we just live, find new ways, and learn to expect less? And, did our feelings stretch? If they did, could there be apartment for further expansion? I see I’ve met the answer to my friend’s question — we did not fully learn to love and admit one another during the first shutdown. We are still harbouring judgments and fear. But now we have another chance to grow our hearts…if we are willing to take the necessary steps. But, do we possess the conviction to go within and examines our frights and restriction minds? Can we accept those who do not feel as we do?
My hope is that the restrictions we know this celebration season will be extended our charity so we can illuminate the darkness that’s within and encircling us. Because when we recognize our own illumination and sheen it brightly, we can then hoist our world.
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