My nephew Finn’s amazing Recycled Christmas Bulb wall hanging. |
Every year, a couple of weeks before Christmas, my sister Laura hosts a gingerbread house-making party for our family. My siblings and their kids and usually a family friend or two or three fill Laura’s house. We bring food (heavy on all the carbs) and candy (for gingerbread house decorating) to share. The girls’ cousins (now 13 strong, ranging in age from 6 months to 23 years old) race around in various states of over-sugared glee (the younger-than-12 set anyway). The older ones vie for baby cuddles and crack immature jokes with their equally immature aunts.
There are the kids who embrace getting older. Overnight, they start caring about fashion and makeup. They seem to know about music and pop culture and memes.
“Because I’ve read it so many times, I listen to Eckhart Tolle’s “A New Earth“ on audio book every night before I go to bed. I fall asleep to it, so it goes into my subconscious…. It’s life-changing and it helps you understand who you are and what you’re doing on this planet, and it also allows you to forgive other people, usually because other people are working out of their egos and fears. It gives you an opportunity to forgive.”
RuPaul seems to be a person who is true to himself- and so probably a person worth listening to. Also, the idea of knowing what I’m doing on this planet and finding more opportunities for forgiveness both seemed like really good reasons to read the book.
So I did.
Tolle writes about how our egos are bossy and insistent that we define ourselves by what we have and what we do and is in a tireless search for affirmation and self-fulfillment. This fruitless quest leads to things like anxiety, depression, anger and jealousy. It damages our relationships with ourselves and each other and fails to helps us find the inner peace we’re really after. Our sense of self is really an illusion, he writes. A story we tell ourselves over and over based on our memories and thoughts.
At least that’s how I read it. Tolle says the only way to move to a higher state of consciousness is to quiet our egos and live in the present moment. That our truest self is the person we already are right at this moment.
Basically, if “A New Earth” was required reading in middle school where self awareness really starts to take shape, humans could probably avoid a lot of angst, crappy behavior and dumb fashion choices.
On the other hand, life’s a journey, right? Why should deny our youth their years of suffering? “Little Miss Sunshine” taught me that.
I told my nephew he already was the person he needed to be. A realization I’ve only just recently had for myself, but one I wished I known earlier in life. I’m fairly certain this flew right over my nephew’s head. And that’s just fine. Because there’s really no way to go through the weeds but going through the weeds and there’s a lot to be learned when you’re entrenched.
I don’t know that people experience more joy during the holiday season. Actually, despite the frenzy of lights, glitter, songs and sweet things, people often seem to feel less joyful this time of year. Or else we’re more acutely aware of how we don’t feel the holiday spirit we’re supposed to be feeling.
But if you can’t see the joy on a nondescript Tuesday- in the crows strutting to the peanuts you left for them on the front lawn. In your baby poking her little pink tongue out at you. In the giggles as your kids finally start getting the “grownup” jokes during your annual viewing of “Elf.” If you don’t see the joy right this instant. If it’s something that will only come when the cookies are all made and the presents are all wrapped and you have the perfect ugly sweater and just the right recipe for eggnog- than it’s futile to start looking in the noise of mid-December. Because you’re looking in the wrong place. Or you’re looking in the right place, which is to say right now, but you’re wearing a pair of gray-tinted glasses. Your ego whispering in your ear, “is this it? Is this all there is?”
This is it, folks. This right now.
“Acknowledging the good that you already have in your life is the foundation for all abundance,” Tolle writes.
If you need perspective on the significance or insignificance of the rest of the stuff- I recommend picking up a copy of “Astrophysics for People in a Hurry.”
“There are more stars in the universe than grains of sand on any beach, more stars than seconds have passed since Earth formed, more stars than words and sounds ever uttered by all the humans who ever lived,” writes Neil deGrasse Tyson.
From a cosmological perspective, the fact that you still haven’t found a gift for your kid’s piano teacher really isn’t a big deal.
We are these wee things in this vast, vast place.
Tiny. But still made of the stuff of stars expelled at the Big Bang and inextricably connected to one another.
“Every cup that passes through a single person and eventually rejoins the world’s water supply holds enough molecules to mix 1,500 of them into every other cup of water in the world. No way around it: some of the water you just drank passed through the kidneys of Socrates, Genghis Khan, and Joan of Arc.
How about air? Also vital. A single breathful draws in more air molecules than there are breathfuls of air in Earth’s entire atmosphere. That means some of the air you just breathed passed through the lungs of Napoleon, Beethoven, Lincoln, and Billy the Kid.”
Here is where I find joy.
Adorable branch snowman made by my crafty nephew Finn. |
It is hard to get into the spirit of season, because we’ve been lead to believe the spirit of the season has to do with wish fulfillment and a checked off to-do list. It has to look a certain way. Be filled with certain things. Include certain people. That happiness is wholly dependent on external elements falling into place.
I gotta say, I’m not buying it. As I write I’m surrounded by four little girls singing “We Wish You a Merry Christmas” in their screamy-est voices. They are, apparently, bursting with the Christmas spirit. Oddly enough, their intensity, their stretched-taut anticipation of Christmas has not made the season any cheerier for me. I can do without listening to “It’s the Most Wonderful Time of the Year” for the 833rd time this week. It’s not so much fun hearing Lily lament about whether Santa will deposit an American Girl Doll and a ginormous Harry Potter Lego set under the tree this year (spoiler alert: there will be disappointment come Christmas morning because, reality). They are just so loud right now. All. The. Time.
“Do less,” I find myself telling them. Even though I know at their age I was exactly the same.
I feel like I just went off on a complain-y sort of tangent. Which kinda means I’m not following my own advice to find calm in the present moment.
You know, serenity now.
Right now.
It’s tough to do all the time.
I know this. My sister Laura (hostess of the aforementioned Gingerbread party) is drowning in stress. She has five kids at home (and a few more not at home). She drives a school bus full time, bringing the younger four along with her, which means they all have to be up and ready to go at 5:30 in the morning. Every morning. She’s perpetually exhausted. And also perpetually worried about how ends will be met every month. And that’s wording it gently. She burden she bears on her tired back is massive.
When she texts me in a panic, I generally respond by telling her to breathe and reminding her that life won’t be this way forever. Your basic mental triage.
But there are days when that can only go so far. And the reality confronting her can’t be remedied by trying to stay in the moment.
She was in this place recently, in a tailspin. She wanted none of my reminders to breathe. None of my reassurances that whatever she was confronting at that moment would be resolved. So instead, I told her that I knew it was easier to reign in spiraling emotions when you feel a sense of security and are able to find quiet moments in your day.
I know that in periods of my life when I’ve felt frayed and overwhelmed, trying to stay present felt almost impossible.
So yeah, even though it’s free and effective and it takes no more effort than pushing away all those racing thoughts about the crappy decisions you made decades ago and the looming crises you’ll have to solve tomorrow, I know there are times when finding the joy of the moment is a luxury.
Certainly, reflecting on it in long rambling blog posts is a luxury.
I get bossy and self-righteous about life sometimes.
Especially, apparently to despondent nephews and stressed out sisters.
Laura and I came to an agreement recently. That when we were concerned about the other person, we’d simply pray for peace. That if it’s answered, that prayer should solve whatever was ailing her in the exact right way.
Anyway, you feel like you’re falling short of the type of person you want to be right now and/or if the spirit of the season is evading you as it does so many people this time of year, you’re not alone. Remember first and foremost you’re already all the you, you need to be in this universe. And second, if you’re willing and able, take note of your breathing in and out (I mean, you’re gonna be breathing anyway… mine as well get more out of it …) and give that little glowing spirit already inside of you a squeeze.
Repeat as needed.