I personally care very little for Christmas day anymore — having had my fill of calling in the light on Solstice — Christmas eve however is still special to me — combing the best of Harvest Festivals — Day of the Dead — and the anticipation attributed by some to the coincidental first day of the ‘New Year’
Dios de Muertos before Christmas
After all the action in A Christmas Carol takes place on Christmas Eve — X-mas day is the ‘new’ normal (If only) — After my Grandmother Maat passed my Grandfather Didi moved in with us — and on Christmas eve he would light small candles on a single pine bow in his bedroom and we would open one present — eat tapas and sing songs — we would feel Maat and the other off-stage ancestors become present — by the end of the evening most of us were in tears — the alchemical mix of sadness and happiness
One of my regrets is I never shared the Eve’s liminality with my daughter — of course — we share the in-between spaces nestled in the liminal valleys between the genetic strands with their twists and turns — at least on this branch
Time to join the slowly evolving party y’all. A special call out to Marion for her generous donation for Expedition Supplies and all of you who subscribe and support this work even though it is completely, utterly mad. My brother sent me a flashback-inducing package of Latvian Piragi — A special Eve call out to him and the rest of his family and all of it you in this extended community — May your Eve be filled with emotions beyond sadness and joy!
Merry Yuletide, Doc.