I've never been one to write Christmas letters. I don't even like getting them. Most of the ones I read are far too breezy to feel real. Well. Here's my stab at this little ritual. Doubt I'll make it an annual event. File it wherever you like.
********Merry Christmas. Yes, it's bearing down on me, and instead of preparing this house for the cat sitter or wrapping gifts I'm rambling on here. 2013 was challenging. Best hurried through. 2014, on the other hand, has been a blessing. A stranded-on-a-desert-island-with-no-one-but-your-monkeys-on-your-back kind of blessing. Did lots of exterior work on the house. New bench. New door. New landscaping. New curb appeal.
What does this have to do with my blessing. Nothing. Well, maybe it's a reflection of it.
January and February 2014. On the inactive list because of shoulder surgery. With plenty of time, I ponder. My past. My future. I love my life. I really do. I am not mourning my married life. Except at holidays, I revel in being single. However. There is this lingering insecurity, this anxiety about my worth, my legacy, my emotional welfare.
March 2014. I name this lingering insecurity the 'feeling felt' void. Yes, it's been nearly a decade since I have felt felt. You know, when someone really knows you through and through and loves the pants off you? Well, now that I'm not expecting that kind of male companionship, girlfriends will be my loving community, right? Oh, dear. I do not make friends easily. I need a Friendship Coach.
April 2014. I write about Anam Cara. In Celtic tradition, an Anam Cara is a teacher, companion or spiritual guide. With the Anam Cara you can share your innermost self to reveal the hidden intimacies of your life, your mind and your heart. Readers, you're my Anam Cara. My Friendship Coach is, too.
May 2014. I stop protecting myself, pretending I am well adjusted. I'm not! I have difficulty loving myself. Difficulty feeling my own feelings. I am off putting, aloof at times. Who cares that I'm 61. I have Mommy issues! So I start telling about my mother. I stop protecting the memory of that childish woman who drank and yelled and expressed contempt for everyone but herself. The one who blamed her husband and her children for spoiling her destiny. Oh, yes, I was one meek daughter, and I've become one meek adult post widowhood.
June, July 2014. I start identifying the monkeys on my meek little back and begin picking them off.
August 2014. I start putting myself at ease around people, whatever it takes (no liquor). I fight my habit to put everyone else at ease (read: mother) before I even think about letting myself feel at ease. On vacation in my RV in Maine, I truly relax. My spirit rests in the vastness of the sky filled with stars, in the gentle rhythm of 28 foot tides, in the distance of neighbors' campfires, in the absolute quiet of the wilderness. I reach out to an interesting couple my age. We have a splendid time relaxing and chatting! New friends to visit next time I'm in Maine!
September, October 2014. Continuing my meek search for friendship, bicycling with a nice group of people, going out to lunch afterwards. Make some headway, never feeling quite at ease the way I did in Maine. Budding friendships on hold now, to be resumed next spring. Busy buttoning up my property for the winter. Finding additional support for my aging father.
November 2014. With winter bearing down, no time for socializing. Wait a cotton picking minute! My Friendship Coach insists. You're abandoning yourself, just like your mother abandoned you. I resolve to stop being unkind to myself. It's just so c-o-m-f-o-r-t-a-b-l-e.
December 2014. I resolve to notice, to take heed of my feelings. Learn from them, and address my needs. I'm not your typical person on my suburban street, yet I have every right to feel at ease. People like me. There's no competition. I stop trying to be 'not me', stop believing only a Super Size personality gets the cheese. Though I don't quite see it yet, I'm a benefit to all. I was invited here. Well, not by my mother, but you know that already. I am free to be at ease, even as others (think mother) are spinning out of control.
"I used to think that to become free you had to practice like a samurai warrior, but now I understand that you have to practice like a devoted mother of a newborn child. It takes the same energy but has a completely different quality. It's compassion and presence rather than having to defeat the enemy in battle." — Jack Kornfield, The Question
If you've made it this far, Thank you for reading.
I wish you a bright and merry Christmas,
Lots of love and many
))) hugs (((