Thoughts for Christmas 2010
December 25th, 2010

Thoughts for Christmas 2010
Yesterday as my car idled, waiting for the yellow vested traffic controller to wave me into my appropriate line at the shopping mall, I marveled at the influx of vehicles transporting eager shoppers. “Surely,” I said to myself, “this has to bode well for the coffers of California.” I say things like this to myself when I am trying to keep my Wind/Fire personality from presenting itself in unattractive, impatient ways. It also helps calm me down….like studying the boots of women in line at the Cheesecake Factory, marveling at the variety of leathers and linings, heel sizes and trim. My discipline for this Christmas season is staying in the moment, rather than trying to leap ahead of people in line, or calendar events to get somewhere else.
My newly hired personal trainer is working on many tiny disciplines with me.
For example, she says I am always leaning forward in my exercises, rather than balancing myself on my heels. She discovered when I do side lunges that I easily place my foot at a perfect parallel to my body on the right side, but on the left side, my “heart” side, I place it defensively slightly behind me, as if ready to receive a blow. This led to a great discussion about balancing my energy flow over all, rather than just constantly looking for fast results. Would I have better balance if I could equally present my heart, as well as my mind, in the work out room of life?
This week on my blogtalk radio show I had as my guest Shannon Leith, a delightful photographer who specializes in finding the sacred moment in the now, always seeking the source of light before focusing her camera lens. She has an exhibition in a gallery now of her dishes. Just that. Dishes getting ready to be washed. Dishes in the sink. Dishes stacked for drying. How simple and mundane a subject. And yet her eye, and her camera, suddenly take you into a world of light and form, curves and angles, colors and placement of form. Shannon has found the sacred moment in just doing her dishes.
As I sit now, writing this, I know I need to remember that art form. I need to look again at the descending symmetry of the Noble pine tree—each branch in perfect proportion to the one above and below it. I need to study again the memories surrounding each ornament, and the love of the people who gave them to me. I need to look again at the golden star at the very top, signifying the birth of a baby who lived each moment in the sacred now, perfectly balanced on his heels, never leaning too far forward, or too far in the past.
I think that is the power of the Christmas message. That God chose to lead with the life of a child, entrusting that baby to us.
How shall you and I care for that Child now?
Merry Christmas and Happy Holy-Days,
Laurie Beth


