A Christmas Angel

This week on December 19th my daughter, the youngest of my two children, will celebrate her 40th birthday. After she was born we came home and settled in for Christmas. It was a magical time. As I looked into her sweet baby eyes I knew I was in the presence of a dear little Angel. Her big brother who was six at the time, went shopping for a Christmas gift and chose an Angel tree topper. It was a family tradition every year after that to bring that Angel out and place it on the top of our tree. Over the years during my many moves I lost track of it and this year I found a new one called JOY.

That little baby is now married and mother of three children of her own. When I am with her and her family at this time of year I am reminded of that first Christmas when she came into the world. It has been my honour to be her mother over the years as she grew up to become the beautiful woman she is today.

Forty years have gone by so fast. It is hard to remember now all those milestones she went through and all the ways she has touched our lives. Still my heart glows in her presence and she is still an Angel to me.

Like her big brother before her, my daughter always made Christmas a special time for our family. When they were small their excitement filled the room as we gathered around the tree on Christmas morning. Later in the day we often had dinner with grandparents.

Now my son lives across the ocean in Berlin, Germany with his family and the grandparents are all gone. Aunts and Uncles, and cousins have moved away and we have lost touch for the most part. Family gatherings are much smaller now. Still my daughter and her family live close by me and we often gather with members of her husband’s family to celebrate the Love that is still all around us. My daughter continues the family tradition with her children as they gather around their tree on Christmas Day.

When we have our family gatherings I am happy to be one of the three grandmothers who sit at the table watching the excitement of the little ones and the bigger ones as they soak up all the love that surrounds them. There have been years when I have spent Christmas on my own. Those were the years when I lived far away or when my daughter and her family took a family vacation. Still I was never alone because I have so many wonderful memories to keep me company.

Christmas when I was a child was also magical as my father and mother always had many traditions that they kept each year. My younger sister and I grew up surrounded by people who loved us and they created an atmosphere at Christmas that gave us the foundation that is still carried on today.

I give thanks every day for my family past and present and for all the ways I was and am loved. I have been shown both the magic and the mystery of this time we call Christmas. Over 2000 years ago a light so bright shone in the world and Holy Love was born in human form.

May you know that Holy Love this year and trust that no matter your circumstances you are a bright light that shines in the darkness.

Peace be with you always.

Connecting with Nature: Observations of Beauty and Wisdom

While out for my morning walk a few days ago I noticed this tree. The patterns on the bark intrigued me and I was curious about how those patterns were created. My knowledge of trees is very limited and my research skills are less than stellar. So I have been wondering ever since what this tree is offering me by way of knowledge and wisdom. Are all these shapes and bumps in the bark “scars” caused by some sort of attack perhaps by insects or animals chewing on it? Or is this the result of a natural process of shedding that has created a vision equivalent to that of an abstract painting? I don’t know. I just know there is beauty in it that I have taken the time to notice and appreciate. I wonder if others have noticed it. No doubt they have.

While I stood there observing the tree I felt like it was watching me as well. Perhaps you too can see the eyes in the bark. It was like one of those sci-fi movies where the trees come alive in the forest and start attacking the humans who have intruded in their space. Yet, I was not aware of any antagonistic energy between us. More curiosity on both our parts. I have walked by this tree many times and never before taken the time to actually be there with it and allow myself to be touched by its energy in a conscious way until I now. It is amazing what we can discover both about ourselves and about creation all around us just by paying attention.

A Colourful Image

A beautiful Thistle in the Forest

Later on another walk I found I was more aware and vigilant about noticing the things around me. I felt the energy buzzing in me. Suddenly, this beautiful flower caught my eye. I was taken in by the rich colour in contrast to all the earthy browns and greens of the forest. It stood out in a way that seemed to say “look at me”. I asked my friend who was walking with me what kind of plant it is. She told me it is a thistle. I don’t remember seeing a thistle in bloom before though I am sure I have at some point. The distinction between the sharp needle like thorns on the bulb and the stem of the plant compared to the softness of the purple head of the flower is worth noting. It was the soft spiky petals that caught my attention or I would have walked on by without any particular notice of the beauty of this otherwise ordinary plant, whatever ordinary means.

Intrigued by the Flow of Water

At a recent visit to the Sulphur Springs Conservation area near Hanover, Ontario, I found myself drawn in by the sound of the water. This was significant for me because until I got new hearing aids, the sound of water flowing over rocks was something I had not heard for a very long time. I only watched it. It was amazing to me as I experienced both the sound and visual aspects of water, rocks, earth and plants all working together. The experience was something that is hard for me to explain. It was as if the water was flowing over my body. All my senses were working together. Not only was I hearing and seeing it I was feeling it even though I was standing on the edge of the stream as it flowed on by. My Spirit became one with the Earth and I sensed it in my body. This is the beauty of paying attention and being mindful when surrounded by nature.

What I now know for sure, dear readers, is we are all part of this beautiful planet called Earth and no matter how we ignore the signs in front of us we will always be connected. What affects one of us affects all of us on some level.

I took time that day to give thanks to the trees and water and Spirits of the Land for the life giving energy that is offered through their presence with us. We are truly blessed in ways we can never fully comprehend. I pray for the forests and water and for all the humans who are destroying the land so that we all wake up and pay attention before we destroy what gives us life.

As we walk gently upon this Earth we call home let us give thanks.

Thank you for taking the time to read this. I would love to read about your experiences with nature.