A Mindful Night Before Christmas
‘Twas the night before Christmas and all through the house, all minds were restless, even the mouse. Mom going crazy, dad on vacation, I’d just settled down to try meditation. When out on the lawn, my mind at a loss, I swore I saw Trump, burning a cross. I then closed my eyes, to try to forget, cause no one on Earth could be that upset. There’s a whole “war on Christmas”, with “wolves at the gate.” There are so many wonderful reasons to hate. But not for this chap, no not me at all. I’m practicing mindfulness. I see it all. I see all the triggers, all perfectly clear. I see all the hurt and the pain and the fear. I feel all the loss, and regret, and the shame. But I also feel bliss, it’s all part of the game. So I chose to sit and observe this great night, and I chose to wrap myself tight in the light. It’s not that “we’re different” or “were all the same.” It just that there’s no one but ourselves to blame. So this new year I pledge to be totally cool, and treat this life like what it is. A BIG SCHOOL!
Merry Christmas, Happy Holidays, Happy New Year!!!