“The sold me a dream of Christmas,
They sold me a silent night,
And they told me a fairy story,
’till I believed in the Israelite.
And I believed in father christmas,
And I looked at the sky with excited eyes,
’till I woke with a yawn in the first light of dawn
And saw him and through his disguise.”
In my university years I would outright balk at the oncoming season. The fraudulent season of consumerism, materialism and egoic flights of fancy. I felt angry, disappointend and deep longing for the “dream of Christmas” I had as a child – but it was gone.
In a moment of deep compassion for humanity I saw it. As I grew older the bliss of my childhood dreams began to fade as I was exposed to more and more of life’s pain. But, that only shades the the light, the dream, the hope of peace – it doesn’t eradicate it. There is pain and materialism and superficiality but there is also something else. There is a deep call to remember our Holy capacity for love, peace and joy. Both are true and real. In our spiritual infancy when we try to remember ourselves as Love we just get it muddled up a bit. Instead of giving of our Presence, we give presents. Instead of allowing our soul to sing it’s own expression of joy we get cheezy Christmas songs. Instead of sharing in our bounty we overindulge. This is just the clumsy way of a gangly child trying to dance without having all the tools. Some part of us wants what Christmas tries to give but we simply create it in infantile ways that serve only ego. But, in the midst of it all, is there not some nostalgia for something greater? Is there not a longing in our hearts for the peace, joy and holiness that superficially pervades the season?
The quirks of the season are simply expressions of Spirit mutated by a human race not yet able to clearly translate it’s own Divine power – like a kid who wants so desperately to tie his own shoes
But the message is: stay with it, be patient with our evolution, have faith.
From Jesus to Yoga we are asked to stay with clumsy dance of spiritual infancy until we can learn to transmit our divine nature through our humanity and come to know the peace of Wholeness.
This season I wish you the grace of humor as you dance,
and the gift of listening as you heed the call of your divinity.