Christmas is here again! Christmas carols mark the occasion this year. I’ve strummed and sung more this year than ever before. It reminds of the past when I’d haul my guitar over to Grammy’s trailer and try to coax relatives into singing around the big screen tv. I miss Grammy.
I rewrote a few lyrics this year to save people from singing Jesus, Lord, and Holy shite. My favorite were to the tune of Angels We Have Heard on High:
Come to the Northwest and see Heaven on earth the angels sing; Come, adore on bended knee, Moss beneath the Doug Fir trees.
Glo————— ria, in excelsis Deo!
Glo————— ria, in excelsis Deo!
See Him in a manger laid, Sheets of cotton, none of hay; Magic babe and flying deer. Lights and booze make it not weird.
Someone please remind me why we buy a bunch of useless crap for people each year at this time?!?! I wish I could be ignorant sometimes. Like to be oblivious to not only all the previous crap from last year that people will be filling landfills with to make use of this years new crap, but also all the trees that were needed to create the miles of wrapping paper needed to wrap all this crap up in order to present some symbiotic emotional high for gift-giver and receiver.
I did recently come across some interesting information concerning the real reason for the season. Apparently way back during the ancient Egyptian civilization the observers of the sky began to correlate the Winter Solstice with another occasion that has had lasting effects upon our own civilization:
The shortest day of the year each time around is the Winter Solstice. Most of us know this to be true as it is the point in the Earth’s orbit in which the Northern Hemisphere is tilted furthest away from the the life-giving rays of the sun. Now it just so happens that around this time Sirius, the brightest star in the eastern night sky, became perfectly aligned with the three stars that comprise the belt of the constellation Orion. Furthermore, Sirius and these three stars of the belt, historically referred to as the Three Kings, in line all pointed to the location on the eastern horizon to where the sun was born the following morning. This sun was said to be the saviour because in the preceding months up until the Summer Solstice light would shine longer eventually bringing warmer temperatures and the essential growing season. With no other forms of entertainment such as gift unwrapping or football, this occasion was as epic as they came for the ancient civilization. So epic that myths were ingrained into cultures long before any myth of a virign, baby, and three wise men ever began to be told. Believe or not.
My greatest pen pal and the only biological grandparent I will know in this lifetime has left. As I’ve said before: death will always be hardest for those left behind. It is a sad time for the family, but I personally would rather take on sorrow than feel sympathy in the shadow of such a dear loved one’s suffering.
Grandma leaves behind a legacy of generosity. I would not be what I am today without her assistance and friendship. And for this I am honoured to move forward with the remembrance of what it means to be loved.
Awwww – I had a reason to do some chasing this Valentine’s Day. I tell ya, there’s nothing like a bit of good ol’ inspirado.
Every year on the 14th day of February LOVE gets its DAY! As if during the rest of the days we throw LOVE on a back-burner. What if there was a day in our calendar called “Fear Day?” And every year on Fear Day everyone everywhere in association with Hallmark Corporation lived a day in rocognition of… FEAR. Would we throw fear on a back-burner for the rest of the year? Wouldn’t that be something!