Merry giftedness

Oh, how would I have loved a communal initiative to tell each other remarkable stories, co-create eclectic and joyful dances, feast on beautified dishes, try out artistic endeavours, gather around a warming fire, and let go of our worries about our shared, perpetuating past and uncertain future. My imagination runs wild with games to play, conversations to have and deep emotional preparation for a new year, even anchoring the tendency to withdraw into good old wintering in the soothing sentiment of Christmas songs. You know, juvenile hopefulness, promises of laughing love and careless, communally nourished gratefulness.

And maybe, I am sure, for some this is reality. And, surely, some of this abundance will be part of this year’s personal passage to more hours of sunlight. And maybe, I feel, me and my loved ones will birth precious gatherings in the future, winter times or otherwise.

But, for now, I am not going to focus on any kind of fulfilment. This year, my biggest practice lies in the sense of not needing to do anything, in being present wherever we decided to be these days, to gently tune into everybody’s momentary wellbeing, and to allow myself to be with whatever there is - or isn’t. No need to take care, no need to mediate, no need to cater, no need to make more fun than presently in tune with my inner world.

These days, I grant myself the gift of not needing to gift anything to the world. Merry giftedness to all !