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| my snowman from Berry Tales :) |
I try to recall the details of early December of last year – what
I was doing, what worries I had – funny, but I can’t remember much negativity.
I know something was there annoying me, concerning me, but, I obviously got
through it. This lack of recollection makes me think about time and its magical
effect, its purpose, really. I think of the figurative concept of moving through
time – it carrying you forward as it washes away the troubles and concerns, leaving
behind the good stuff – like little pebbles on the beach after the tide rolls
out – smooth and shiny and brilliant from a cleansing; that’s what’s left of
December 2011. I think of the early days of last December and I feel happiness.
The twins were about to embark on a wonderful journey then and I know I was
filled with apprehension and worry, but now, I just naturally go to that place
of happiness, omitting any negativity that was running parallel to the good
stuff that went on and I attach myself to that state where I felt happy. Hmmm,
those pockets of peace restore us and time protects us, perhaps time is
Nature’s Prozac.
It seems time is a gift in many ways. It heals, we all know that -
and it sometimes washes away the things that are not so pleasant, leaving
behind those that are – those memories that we need to keep, the ones that
allow us to go on in gladness, for we must go on. It’s built in, this spirit we
have to move ahead, to get better and to look forward. Like I posted before, we
all need something to look forward to, whether it is a big event like a
graduation, a big move or just a simple moment like the green beans sprouting
in the garden – something good to anticipate - that keeps us healthy and makes us happy.
I suppose time tweaks our memories a little – those days of
childhood were probably not as gleeful as we “remember” but those “photo
shopped “memories give us happiness now and what could be wrong with that? The bumps
and bruises will all heal and fade away and , hopefully, we will all be left
with a rich golden resin that was our childhood, one that we somewhat mimic for
our children. Time is our friend.
I write this because it is nearly Christmas; it is the Christmas
that you will reflect on next year and in the years to come. These moments are
so fragile and so over anticipated and in 2012, so over done – Christmas has
become the biggest retail extravaganza in the world. We have come a long way
since the gifts of gold, frankincense, and myrrh; now it’s diamonds, Apple, and
Mercedes. I hope we can all disregard most of that hype and understand that those
things will most likely be forgotten; time will not keep a list of material
things. It will, however, help you to remember the warm wishes, the still and cold
night when you look up at the vastness of the Christmas sky, the afternoon
spent in the kitchen with a child, the smell of cinnamon and evergreens, the macaroni
ornament from someone’s first grade year, and the fleeting moments with the
people you love. Time will only leave behind that golden resin that was this
Christmas.
b u
p s
