So who remembers the seinfeld where george’s dad invents a new “christmas” holiday called “festivus” and hauls around this strange festivus pole and tries to get everyone to consider it as an option? ok, so i’m not going to start carrying around a new kind of tree (although strangely enough i did invent a newish tree kinda thing this year, maybe that was the start of this notion?–see my last post for “new tree expose’ “) But i am formally proposing a new holiday type thingy for your consideration…
i mean, what is new year’s really about anyway, right?
so i’m protesting new year’s this year…no more resolutions, no more starting over, no more clanging pots and pans to welcome in a celebration of all things failed 6 short weeks from now.
here’s how i look at it? what the hell were we thinking? if you come at this from a straight seasonal approach, we are within a week(ok a tiny bit more) of the shortest day of the year, it’s freezing cold out (at least in my neck of the woods), the earth is lying fallow, chilled to the bone while all the seeds planted from the mulching upturning of earth in the fall are just waiting underground, gestating in their seed juice, knowing inherently what they are called to do, but also smart enough to answer the call when the season is right.
this in between time, the space where the world is taking a deep resting breath, where the silence of snow wrapping much of the northern hemisphere( ok at least it is cold enough for it, can’t account for lack of moisture in the stratosphere…that’s a whole ‘nother discussion about nourishing and resources for yet another metaphorgasmic chat at another time) is a chill enough blanket; this is a time when our own energetic rhythms are calling for the feeding that comes from a deep subconscious sleep, when all the ‘amniotic’ hubris of self-creation gently rocks our souls in what ma in her nightshirt and pa in his cap lovingly refer to as….’ a long winter’s nap’! So what’s all that clatter on the rooftop about? what is that magical dream of eight tiny reindeer and the fat man in red and white(btw the universal colors of the red cross, the suggestion of greater causes of heart at work in the world, opening heart and coming to our aid)…hmmmm, perhaps the mystic appearance of our own willingness to suspend the disbelief of the 5 senses we know in our physical realm might not be the only sense we have.
Perhaps this winter’s nap is an invitation in THE LIMINAL REALM? well i’m no genius, interpreter of all things mystic and magical in the world, but i have had enough 6 week cycles of goal and release, that i am eager to seek for a deeper meaning in what the new year might bring.
So here’s what i’m proposing…
how ’bout the fortnight from new year’s eve straight on through to jan. 14th become our own celebration of the “Liminal Realm”; a true Hol(y)days celebration and exploration of the internal spirit planted deeply within each of us?
How about giving this physical realm a break from all these goals set and broken, timing and germination thwarted to peek our heads out of the earth long before the seed is set to sprout? what if instead we honored the planting? what if we went within, with great stillness began to observe what great intentions we have been calling in since the days of high summer, light and harvest? how cool would that be to allow that GREAT NOTHINGNESS OF EXPLORATION, allowing the seeping in of the mist of spirit at all the edges to inform our waking senses of just what might be at play deep within the earth.
How would those 14 days look? maybe lot’s of time choosing not to go to one more party, do all the returns that are so pressing, come up with a whole new Franklin Planner full of next year’s plan….perhaps in the long silence, that place of allowing; a prayer for inspiration might actually create enough space that from the deepest of liminal spaces, where belief and disbelief get right on out of the way, will emerge a sense of knowing just what is being created, germinated, sprouted, nourished deep within our hearts and beings, waiting only to emerge when once it’s named and whispered into the ethers…those forces of spirit hear the call and respond with the force of the angels (well, ’cause that’s who is actually listening, on our side, willing to jump into action when a prayer for assistance is spoken, muttered, shrieked, signed and heck…even karaoke style sung into the cosmos!)
so consider this the formal LIMINAL HOLIDAY MOVEMENT…2 whole weeks to allow our winter’s nap to really take root, speak to our hearts from a deep realm, open our spirit to what feels really important and becomes the joyful thing we resolve, intend, open up to all year long, in each little and big moment of expression, connection loving and growth into which we choose to breathe!!!! this is what feels like it might truly be a real expression of self in the Holiest way of all during this Hol(y)day season. What’s the hurry anyway? why be so attached to only what you resolve the last night of the calendar year? How about that just being being the start of how and what we notice our highest- self stepping forth to claim in each waking moment?
p.s. i think this feels like a really yummy new year’s card too, so please consider this the news of my year until you hear otherwise( at least a fortnight!)
love and other lushy stuff,