How do you celebrate your Holy days?

It’s Christmas Eve! People rush around in America buying gifts spending way too much money and why? Because our culture pumps money into advertising and marketing. It’s all about more! It’s commercialism!

What does your Holy days or the way you celebrate Christmas look like?

What would you want your Holidays to look like and feel like?

Here’s my idea of Christmas and the reality of how I still attempt to celebrate it ….

Earlier in another life, I lived in Bavaria, in a place where people were more important than the money or the gift. I cherished the way Christmas was celebrated.

Gifts were something given in your shoes as you left them outside your flat or home on the Eve of St. Nicholas – December 6th. These gifts were generally nuts, candy, oranges – something useful and festive.

On Christmas Eve, this was the day to cut down your Christmas tree, dripping still with new fallen snow and trimmed to go into the stand and be adorned by all to Christmas carols, with real candles and a few bobbles. Candles to be lit in the evening, after a family and friends shared meal, after midnight Mass and walking home through the snow in joyful reverence.

No stockings, no expensive gift giving, practical gifts might be exchanged Christmas morning.  Practical as in a new jacket, pair of boots, scarf or gloves, or perhaps something homemade. One year, my daughter made me a tie-dyed silk scarf (I cherish this and still wear it today).

This Christmas Eve, I share this story that it might live on and give one pause, that Christmas is more than the gift-giving.

This year my husband and I, gave gifts to organizations that were near and dear to us, MANNA Foodbank, World Vision, Next Step Recovery, Gratefulness.org, Hospice, St. Jude’s. We asked that others not give us the gift of things, rather, make a donation to one of their favorite organizations. We baked, traveled a bit to see relatives and friends, share a meal and walk through the woods sharing stories and loving each other.

Tomorrow is Christmas Day, and God-willing, we will attend Mass in the morning to celebrate Christmas singing hymns of joy. A time for silent reflection and another walk in the woods. A time to visit more family and friends. Perhaps bring a traditional dish to share – like spefe-his and Lebkuchen.

May your Holidays be what you want in your heart!

Liebe immer and Peace to all in the days and year that follow!

 

 

Getting through it

Adams Family circa 1966

How does one get through it

from the beginning as a child, helpless and homeless

with love and tenderness

questions and falls

How does one get through it

from teenage years, believing the knowledge learned is all that’s needed to survive

bad decisions, determination, and a decision  to survive, not die

How does one get through it

with faith, prayer, friends and an inner longingness to answer one’s call

©Anita Adams 2017

 

 

Love and Loss

Someone once asked Where does love go when the lights go out?

Love is love – it’s an action – it’s a dance – it’s a balancing act

Loss brings one to their knees – to the ground – spinning them around

Love is loss turned inside out and upside down

Where does love go when the lights go out?  To sleep I imagine – to dream – to hope and believe.

©Anita Adams

FLAMING JUNE by Frederic Leighton 1895

Flaming June

Another shared Poem

Prescription for the Disillusioned

Come new to this
day. Remove the rigid
overcoat of experience
the notion of knowing,
the beliefs that cloud
your vision.

Leave behind the stories
of your life. Spit out the
sour taste of unmet expectation.
Let the stale scent of what-ifs
waft back into the swamp
of your useless fears.

Arrive curious, without the armor
of certainty, the plans and planned
results of the life you’ve imagined.
Live the life that chooses you, new
every breath, every blink of
your astonished eyes.

From Francis Weller’s website: http://www.wisdombridge.net

In a Vessel

Ball Jar

Dreams like fireflies in a vessel

longing to be free – to escape

gasping for air in the jar holding them captive

until the dreamer releases them

they fly away

free – to be realized

to be acknowledged

be seen – be heard

like words on a page

until they are read

read with the heart

fireflies and dreams – fly free

fly high

to become the dreams that were dreamt by the dreamer

© Anita Adams 9/11/17

September

Signed - Clouds at Max Patch

a new month

with new views

clouds are clearing

the sky is robin egg blue

©Anita Adams

A Decade

A Windowsillten

a rosary

double digits

5th grade

sophmore

married souls

who have forged a relationship based in love, respect, kindness and adventure with a huge helping of chocolate gratitude.. enough to share♥️

by Anita Adams 8/18/17

Windows

windows

fascinated by them

their unusual panes

no panes

how the light is reflected in the room

or rooms

what is warmed by the sun’s rays

what is seen by the viewer

nature, grass, trees, leaves, birds, sky, flowers, ponds, ocean, sand, colors, streets

for the dreamer

– everything

©Anita Adams

 

Passing Clouds

floating across a blue sky

so often go unnoticed

in a rainbow of colors

puffy white creatures

gray and ominous

pink and heavenly

red and thunderous

scattered and striped with a rainbow or ‘sundog’

no two days are the clouds alike

look up – notice

these passing clouds

may they bring you a smile – a sense of awe

©Anita Adams 8/4/17