When all else fails, and the holiday mayhem and chaos have gotten you down, the only thing to do is dance. That hasn’t happened yet this year, and I don’t anticipate it happening, for many different reasons. I’ve already finished all my gift shopping a couple of weeks ago, and there are no longer any parties or gatherings that require free time.
And so the holidays feel lighter and more free this year, as well as a little more sparse. It allows us to engage in the true meaning of the season, whittling away at the crowds and noise and all the things that bothered the otherwise-relatively reasonable Grinch. It feels like the universe is still trying to tell us to slow down, to inhabit and embrace the quiet, and a number of us aren’t listening. I can’t worry about that – it’s a pointless and endless rabbit’s hole.
Instead, I’m leaning into my meditations. Embracing the simplicity of a single bouquet of pine greens. Welcoming a pre-winter snowfall. And doing a little Peanuts dance whenever that piano breakdown comes on.
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