Xmas: Remembering Those Gone

They are always with us. Last night in a dream, I was in a dark hospital corridor (sounds like PC AB!) and met up with Dean McKenzie, of my ‘brothers’ and kindred spirit-friends who passed away a couple of years back. He was looking fairly thin in a white kimono, his eye sockets appropriately dark, given his final battle with cancer. We hugged and Dino told me to keep the faith and live each day as if it was my last. Totally apropos advice coming from a great soul who himself loved life and lived it to the max. (He wished he could be here.)

Today, listening to an old Herb Alpert CD brought back memories of my Dad who was a huge Alpert fan, who whistled happily along, and who loved to dance with my Mom. He was always in a terrific upbeat mood whenever he slipped on the Tijuana Brass music. I am amazed how close he feels whenever I play the old Alpert hits and albums. These sense memories conjure him up more than any other image.

One of the best pleasures of the season is reconnecting, unexpectedly, with these dearly-departed and December memories of old. Music remains the best sensuous aspect of the season in any case. Favorite carols, hymns, and Xmas songs. Nat King Cole singing “Chestnuts roasting”. Does Christmas get any better than that voice and that annual, warm, special mood?

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Metacognition for Treadmill Types:

(re. pre-Xmas frenzy/panic)

“But I am bound/Upon a wheel of fire”–William Shakespeare, King Lear

About as circular and meaningless–no one gets anywhere–as in the Caucus Dance (running haphazard in all directions) in Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland.

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Behind these fronts

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We are all held together
by wires or Wi-Fi.
The props that hold us up
can only be glimpsed
in a certain slant of light.
We are really coming apart
all the time, even as we laugh
and profess a strength.

Lame the underpinnings
of our all-so gossamer texts.
We droop our fatigues
against a greater mystery,
our pains and plans mere habits
of exclusiveness.
We turn ourselves inside-out
for others to see how
we might glow in the dark:
blue shadows on evening snow.

When winter came that year,
we could almost imagine
another breathing,
some vague restoration.
There were, though, those among us
who reported seeing streaks of light
or perhaps a radiance
behind all these fronts.

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previously published here Jan. 5/2014

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Christmas Classics Still Relevant Today

“He who loses his life shall find it.” -quoted by Joseph Campbell

Two of the most inspiring Christmas movies ever are the Alistair Sim version of Charles Dickens’ A Christmas Carol, and Frank Capra’s movie It’s a Wonderful Life. They have inspired many generations of viewers with their simple, yet profound core messages about life.

Both show us the great difference between (transitory, ephemeral, living) presence and (deathly, ghostly, forever) absence–or the extreme loss of presence. In the Dickens’, Scrooge comes to learn the hard way that absence can be a terrible point-of-no-return and that he has meanly absented himself from his family, his sister, her son, his fiance, his employee Bob Cratchit, and his business partner Marley. In his heartless obsession with accumulating meaningless wealth, he has also alienated himself from whatever good qualities he once possessed or valued in the past.

It is only through realizing unchangeable, irrevocable absences like those of his dead sister, fiance, and Marley and by being given a glimpse of a future without Tiny Tim and himself, that he is able to reconnect with finer values of kindness, love, and generosity. These values, in turn, help him to reconnect positively with both society and his once-better self. In the world of A Christmas Carol, the only other alternative is grim, stark hopelessness, suffering, and death, as amply revealed by the three ghosts who visit Scrooge.

Scrooge’s final appreciation of presence and being alive become epiphany and reason enough for him to celebrate and re/connect with the social world. Though this change comes late in his life, Scrooge ‘magically’ finds that he can will any possibility into being with humor and a better attitude–key positive manifestations of both presence and consciousness.

Likewise, George Bailey, the main character in It’s a Wonderful Life, suddenly finds himself ‘lost’ and ‘gone missing’ in a way reminiscent of Scrooge, but, in contrast, he is truly a desperate man driven by crisis to the brink of suicide. The beginning of his salvation occurs at the bridge when he saves his drowning guardian angel Clarence. That event alone reveals George’s essential nature of putting others before himself, something he had previously done all his life.

Like Scrooge, he is shown life without his presence and an alternate nightmarish version of his own community–a negative view caused by his absence and his granted wish to never been born. After a final repentance, George is given back his less-than-perfect life, grateful for the chance to recover both presence and life. Like Scrooge, his limited/limiting, blinkered attitude changes and he embraces life, with all its problems and shortcomings. That said, both protagonists find a richness through their experience and a renewed appreciation of presence and others. And as both characters discover, nearly anything becomes possible when one fully accepts and embraces life and presence.

Today we still hear that Christmas can be a stressful, isolating time of year for some individuals in our society. For those who may find themselves similarly ‘lost’ or ‘gone missing’ like George and Scrooge, these two classics offer helpful perspectives on some of the ‘basics’ for finding one’s better/best self, or recovering meaning within one’s own life.

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previously posted Dec. 5/2013

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Sanity = Grandson Sunday

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Takin’ care of business. Feeding the squirrel and birds.

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Shovelling Out

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Doing his fair share.

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Turning on the Deer (Lights)

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Daddy on left, Mommy on right.

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All Played Out

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Napping on cot with animal pals.

 

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‘Hard’ News Headlines Today (cont’d)

Karrueche Tran bares midriff in string bikini as Chris Brown tries to win her back

Oilers snap 11-game winless skid

Russell Crowe has some fun during lonely NL stopover

Marian Engel’s Bear, reviewed: The best Canadian novel of all time

Disgruntled customer throws snake at Tim Hortons employee who refused to dice his onions

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If there’s any remaining doubt, the above demonstrates yet again that the media cannot distinguish between hard and truly weak, ‘soft’ news, and that it is no wonder–if this is what the public is reading–that the average person cannot distinguish between what is important, truthful, and worth paying attention to and what is totally dumbed-down, trivial, stupid crap.

It also supports what I said a few entries back, that our contemporary world is a shallow, dumbed-down, crazy world with many crazy, stupid people in it.

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A Vermont Boy’s Christmas

He slid down
the Sunday hill, below
his house in Vermont.

In a distant church
an organ proclaimed
it was Christmas.

The boy walked on
with his sled,
blown by the wind.

The pews were half-full
as the choir entered
two-by-two.

Snow began to fall
upon the desolate field.
The boy kept his season alone.

Eternity was white
on the steeple spire
as “The Carol of the Bells” began.

A boy saw his shadow
on the snow, the sun low
along the horizon.

The thick flakes
and his cold walk
had become A Question.

“Silent Night” began
and the choir lit
its candles

as the boy rushed
up the steps outside
to open a tall oak door.

He entered with his boots,
red tuque and scarf,
moving up the aisle.

An old man at the back
of the church turned
to greet the boy

and held out a candle
to light the one
he offered him.

A girl in a black dress
played her violin as the hymn
burned brighter now.

Afterward, across the field
boy and man walked as one
in the fading light.

The steeple bell pealed
softly behind them as they
climbed the hill to home.
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1st published here Dec. 24/2013

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