Big Christmas Dare...

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Christmas is conflicting for me. Not because I am a pagan. As a rebel soul I am more partial to Halloween- and the unbridled creativity of the 'anything goes' spirit of the holiday.  Nonetheless,  I see the beauty and the potential in this beautiful time of year when the night is long and the days are short. There is beauty and sweetness in the traditions of Christmas, that I know. Yet there is a lurking melancholy that seeps in through the cracks for me. A sadness hovers and a feeling of inadequacy- will our efforts be enough for loved ones? Will they like the gifts we bought or crave gifts that we didn't buy?

 It makes me sad to think of cutting down a tree only to have it die in my home. The consumer culture has a cost for our planet that we can no longer deny. Our homes are already full of things we don't really need and yet others are without a home at all. Still there is beauty and peace too and you deserve to enjoy it- because YOU - ARE ENOUGH.

This year, the greatest gift I have received has been soul daring. Writing this blog and disrupting mundane routines with bold playful actions has been nothing less than the gift of freedom. I have found the curiosity and magic I left behind in childhood. I hope that you have too. Daring truth has brought me closer to a sense of unbridled self-acceptance.

So here is my big Christmas dare. To my readers, supporters and fellow soul darers, a big thank you for signing up, for being out of your comfort zone, for being curious and for being bold.

I dare you to carve out a pure moment of time for yourself.  Sometime between now and New Years. Sit down. Turn off the electric lights and your phone. Light a candle. Gather yourself- all of the energies that have may leaked away from you. Be in front of a mirror if you like.

Play this. LOVESONG by the Cure.

 

Play it once perhaps and listen to the words. Play it a second time. Dedicate every single word, every note, every space between the notes to YOURSELF.

I wish you the gift of wholeness and radical self acceptance this holiday season.

"Lovesong"
 

Whenever I'm alone with you
You make me feel like I am home again
Whenever I'm alone with you
You make me feel like I am whole again

Whenever I'm alone with you
You make me feel like I am young again
Whenever I'm alone with you
You make me feel like I am fun again

However far away
I will always love you
However long I stay
I will always love you
Whatever words I say
I will always love you
I will always love you

(Fly me to the moon)

Whenever I'm alone with you
You make me feel like I am free again
Whenever I'm alone with you
You make me feel like I am clean again

However far away
I will always love you
However long I stay
I will always love you
Whatever words I say
I will always love you
I will always love you

-The Cure

There is no greater gift than the act of radical self- love.

 

 

 

 The day I did this dare, I was in Salem, Mass visiting my daughter who is in College in Boston. She had a full day of classes and rehearsals, so i took myself on a date. It was a wonderful gray November day. I allowed my every whim, visiting the Witch  Trial Museum, lingering in bookstores and magic shops. I indulged myself with the circlet I am wearing in the picture and treated myself to a dinner of Guiness Stew and a pint of pumpkin cider. When I got back to my hotel room, I was rocking The Cure, my absolute favorite band. I was sitting down to meditate, when Lovesong came on. The nature of the day caused my to hear the lyrics in a different way than ever before. Just as I dared you to do, I dedicated all of the words to my date, myself. I listened three times and wept freely as a feeling of forgiveness and complete love washed over me. I took this selfie right after this experience. Not even bothering to wipe away the spots where my make-up had run down the sides of my nose. I hope for you, beloved reader, that your experience is equally as powerful.

The day I did this dare, I was in Salem, Mass visiting my daughter who is in College in Boston. She had a full day of classes and rehearsals, so i took myself on a date. It was a wonderful gray November day. I allowed my every whim, visiting the Witch  Trial Museum, lingering in bookstores and magic shops. I indulged myself with the circlet I am wearing in the picture and treated myself to a dinner of Guiness Stew and a pint of pumpkin cider. When I got back to my hotel room, I was rocking The Cure, my absolute favorite band. I was sitting down to meditate, when Lovesong came on. The nature of the day caused my to hear the lyrics in a different way than ever before. Just as I dared you to do, I dedicated all of the words to my date, myself. I listened three times and wept freely as a feeling of forgiveness and complete love washed over me. I took this selfie right after this experience. Not even bothering to wipe away the spots where my make-up had run down the sides of my nose. I hope for you, beloved reader, that your experience is equally as powerful.

 No-Kill Christmas Tree; My solution to the Christmas Tree dilemma.  I was not going to get a tree this year, but I was driving by a local nursery and noticed that among the dwindling supply of Christmas trees in their  lot, there were long beautiful branches scattered all over the asphalt. They were the low hanging boughs sawed away to adjust the stem of the tree for their bases. So I entered the store and boldly asked if I could have a few of the scattered boughs. The owner said, "Sure, have at it." So I hauled them away and took them home to arrange them in this vase. Dilemma solved. Here is my opportunistic no-kill Christmas tree.

No-Kill Christmas Tree; My solution to the Christmas Tree dilemma.

I was not going to get a tree this year, but I was driving by a local nursery and noticed that among the dwindling supply of Christmas trees in their  lot, there were long beautiful branches scattered all over the asphalt. They were the low hanging boughs sawed away to adjust the stem of the tree for their bases. So I entered the store and boldly asked if I could have a few of the scattered boughs. The owner said, "Sure, have at it." So I hauled them away and took them home to arrange them in this vase. Dilemma solved. Here is my opportunistic no-kill Christmas tree.