Keep Calm and Be Merry!

Keep Calm and Be Merry indeed!

I received an email in the wee hours of the morning. I know this because I had my headphones still on and heard the familiar little ping indicating that something had arrived in my cyber mailbox. It’s not my custom to fall asleep with those honking big headphones on but drift away I did after reaching for them in quiet desperation sometime after 1 p.m. when it was clear that I needed the soulful melancholy of cedar flute music to lull me into anything but awake.

Doomsday scenarios aside, I’ve got a host of worries on my mind, chief among them my son. Honestly I thought I’d catch a break from the universe after my mother passed. Years of dealing with her issues dominated my life, and though my son’s problems were uppermost in my mind as well, at the end of the day, there is only so much energy to go around…

Get my drift?

Focus! I bark to myself as I type. This is not what I meant to say on this Christmas Eve morning!

So the email was from my good friend Miss Cookie wishing me and mine a wonderful Christmas. She essentially lovingly commanded me to put aside the worries.

“….today is Christmas Eve, and nothing should get in the way of enjoying a Merry and Happy…. regardless.” she wrote.

She is correct, of course.

I fall back to sleep thinking about Bing Crosby and Danny Kaye’s White Christmas. It’s my must-see tradition every year. I smile at the thought of just two nights ago at my sister’s soirée: I had indeed put worries aside by donning a green feather boa to sing along with Bing and Danny “Sisters.” My sis got into the “act” as well. Hers was a blue feather boa.  After our one-song performance I continued the goofiness throughout the movie which got me labeled “the life of the party.”

I’m smiling from ear to ear.

That is a first! See what 60 brings!

Later as I sat for a brief guided meditation I thought about my good friend Miss Cookie, and a few others, who have crossed my path over the last four or five decades. I can count those beautiful souls on one hand, with fingers left over. Headspace Andy’s voice disappeared into the air before reaching my ears as my heart momentarily swelled. I felt so infused with gratitude that tears formed in the corner of my eyes. I turned off Andy before the guided meditation was over, preferring to go it alone this time. I closed my eyes once again and let the rhythm of my breath calm me for another five minutes of so.

No more tears, thank goodness!  In fact, as I put it back in its rightful place, I vow to leave all worries on the meditation pillow.

My mantra for the day will be Keep Calm and be Merry!

So…bring on this Christmas Eve!

These are my thoughts as I reach for the pasta machine.

Bring on the chaos of working in the kitchen with four other people and The Poodle underfoot.  There is tortellini to be made and dishes to prepare for our Christmas Eve feast. This year will be another first: The feast of Seven fishes.

There is bliss in every moment on this Christmas Eve.

p.s.  Miss Cookie….Merry Christmas to you and yours.  I love you!