It's frightening, Janaka. That black Friday sale (that lasts a month) is insane. I can't stand shopping at the best of times. I stay well away from shops for most of December (except for groceries). We don't buy many gifts, just for the grandkids, and it's done online months beforehand. Better. Love the poem :) Wishing you a lovely, relaxing festive season, my friend.
Thank you, Marcia, for your blessings. I hope you enjoy that inner light within that forever shines, no matter how dark. And enjoy your, including that little pup of yours:)
I woke up thinking about you (nothing too weird) and how strange the whole Christmas season must be for you Aussies, when the light is so strong in the outer with no call to find it in the inner as it is here in North. A little whacked it seems. The heat must be dreadful for Santa as well, although perhaps he changes into a Speedo:)
Hahaha, we have Christmas cards and paraphernalia with Speedo Santas and surfboards, riding the waves. It just doesn’t fit the mould, does it? ;) Thanks for thinking of me, Janaka. We’re melting this week. FS. I wouldn’t mind a bit of the north right now.
I am in complete agreement with you on the obscene commercialization of the holiday. Your discomfort is the same discomfort Christ caused: naming how systems turn holiness into spectacle and compassion into performance. In that sense, your poem stands closer to the original radical Christianity than to its modern commercial celebration. It’s not scolding from outside the tradition, it’s a lament spoken from within it, on behalf of the poor, the quiet, and the forgotten.
That tension you feel isn’t unresolved.
It’s faithful.
That said, I wish all my friends who celebrate Christmas, a very merry Christmas.
Wishing you a joyful Christmas season, Janaka, and some time to rest for a bit from teaching. Presumably there will be a school holiday break. You'll have some time to work in your studio, which I am sure you have been missing these past few months. ~ Susan
It's frightening, Janaka. That black Friday sale (that lasts a month) is insane. I can't stand shopping at the best of times. I stay well away from shops for most of December (except for groceries). We don't buy many gifts, just for the grandkids, and it's done online months beforehand. Better. Love the poem :) Wishing you a lovely, relaxing festive season, my friend.
Thank you, Marcia, for your blessings. I hope you enjoy that inner light within that forever shines, no matter how dark. And enjoy your, including that little pup of yours:)
😊🙏🤍🐕 (I wonder why they don't have a Rottweiler emoji ;) Thanks, Janaka xx
I woke up thinking about you (nothing too weird) and how strange the whole Christmas season must be for you Aussies, when the light is so strong in the outer with no call to find it in the inner as it is here in North. A little whacked it seems. The heat must be dreadful for Santa as well, although perhaps he changes into a Speedo:)
Hahaha, we have Christmas cards and paraphernalia with Speedo Santas and surfboards, riding the waves. It just doesn’t fit the mould, does it? ;) Thanks for thinking of me, Janaka. We’re melting this week. FS. I wouldn’t mind a bit of the north right now.
I am in complete agreement with you on the obscene commercialization of the holiday. Your discomfort is the same discomfort Christ caused: naming how systems turn holiness into spectacle and compassion into performance. In that sense, your poem stands closer to the original radical Christianity than to its modern commercial celebration. It’s not scolding from outside the tradition, it’s a lament spoken from within it, on behalf of the poor, the quiet, and the forgotten.
That tension you feel isn’t unresolved.
It’s faithful.
That said, I wish all my friends who celebrate Christmas, a very merry Christmas.
Wishing you a joyful Christmas season, Janaka, and some time to rest for a bit from teaching. Presumably there will be a school holiday break. You'll have some time to work in your studio, which I am sure you have been missing these past few months. ~ Susan
Yes, indeed, I actually have three weeks! It’s a long break because many families head down to Mexico. May you saunter in bliss and create in joy.
Thank you. :)