A couple of weeks ago while festooning the farm with paper chains and garland and lights, paper snowflakes and more, I texted Handsome asking if he had decided to add a Christmas tree or any other fun decorations to his office at the Commish. “You’re safe to celebrate now,” I typed. But instantly I realized it was an assurance to myself as much as it was for him.
We’re safe, friends.
Safe to celebrate. Safe to sink into the lush beauty and immense pleasure of not only Christmastime but life in general, in all seasons. Safe, despite the worries that gnaw at us, despite the still unresolved heartaches. Safe to celebrate, even as the work is neverending and some precious loved ones are living in terror and suspense. Safe even as we worry about aging animals and parents and the world at large, changing constantly.
Safe.
Safe because we have faced so many crises in twenty five years and remained standing, closer and closer together. Safe because we have navigated a dozen difficult conversation just these past few months and emerged from the fog with clearer vision and even firmer footing. Safe because, after wobbling around in the dark for a while, I remember again where my power lies and know in my bones how strong the flow of Love really is, how immediately available it always is, always has been. It’s a short pivot, really, not a long journey home.
We’re safe to celebrate because the miraculous gift of Christmas was freely given even with the unavoidable agony that would happen so shortly afterwards. I think that’s what reminds me most of the importance of letting these realities of life coexist: God teaches us constantly that grief will always follow joy, and joy will always follow grief; and we are invited and instructed to embrace both experiences, and everthing in between.
I hope you feel this invitation to celebrate, friends. I hope you feel safe to dive deep and keep your eyes open to everything, every aspect of life, knowing you are surrounded and supported by Love. Designed by Love Itself to be a conduit for the same. You are safe, so let’s celebrate.
“So to live as if you are unloved is a limitation.
Living unloved is like clipping a bird’s wings and removing its ability to fly.”
~William Young
XOXOXO
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