It’s the wonderful time for a healing vibe…because it is especially a time of year when many people hurt.
The holidays can bring out the best in us. Opportunities to be generous abound! Honoring traditions and watching Clarissa bat her long eyelashes and sing “There’s Always Tomorrow” to Rudolph always warms my heart.
Alternately, there’s the snowbird going 10 mph in the passing lane that evokes a middle finger as you race to an appointment.
Where did all that anger come from?
When I’m honest, it’s the un-dealt with anger; the rolled eyes and swallowed retorts from a series of days in a row that explode at the first opportunity. Usually in the car, because it is “alone” time and the outburst is between me and me.
In the car we can find ourselves crying at the most inopportune times. Like at a red light when an old Christmas song brings back a memory, and the driver parallel to you stares at the display of tears.
This time of year, I say “let them flow, let them flow, let them flow.”
Tears can be a healing flow. And we must honor our feelings and feel them to ultimately get to clarity.
And then, sometimes, out of nowhere, your faith in humanity is restored…and you didn’t even know it was depleted.
It happened to me at the post office this past week, as I loaded up the car like the Beverly Hillbillies with eighteen boxes of raisin bread.
I parked and, three boxes in hand, made my way to the already long line of Christmas present-sending patrons. I asked the person at the back if my three boxes could hold my place while I made five more trips.
The outpouring of Christmas spirit was palpable. All of a sudden, I had elves coming out of the woodwork to help me unload the car. And move them all forward as the line progressed!
I felt badly for the unlucky postal worker who drew my number. Eighteen boxes would surely be a time drain for her.
Instead, her good humor and interest in my mom-mom’s raisin bread tradition made the time fly. She invited me back on the Saturday before Christmas, when they have a violin player working the lobby with holiday songs.
The healing vibe at this USPS outpost almost made me WANT to go back!
It is the Sunday before Christmas and so many people are harried, broke, lonely, tired, or otherwise verklempt.
Let’s bring a healing vibe wherever we go – even the post office – and sprinkle some holiday magic along the way.
Here are my parting thoughts on healing:
Wishing you and yours the merriest! And the happiest! Ever.