There is a quiet place, a secret place, that is yours for restoration. There is a realness in the stillness. Go there, when you can; when you need to. It's safe. For me, it is the Other Side of the Trees.
“Christmas lights should help with the fog, pending on how bright the lights are … how thick the fog is.”
“Christmas Fog Consultant”. That would be cool. People would say “Oh. That is good to know …” or ask, “WOW! Are you … like … a Christmas Fog Consultant?” And With a poker face, I nod, and say “Yes, I am. Now, please stand back.” I experienced Christmas Fog for the first time on Christmas of 1993: AntarcticaRoss Ice Shelf – Willy Field, a cold, windy, desolate, and somewhat isolated place. December 01 emerged, out of the white. Antarcticans began to think about Christmas. Memories showed up (like non-scary apparitions) of earlier Christmases with parents, brothers, their families; and other festivities you find in cities across the North American continent.
Christmas Fog thickened up due to numbness, to push back emotions of sadness and anger. I was 10,000 miles away from home, at the bottom of the world, living at a field camp out where the planes flew in. But the group I was “top-notch”. We all made it through our Antarctic Christmas together.
I found a VHS movie – – – Holiday Inn, starring Bing Crosby and Fred Astaire. I ended up checking this movie out countless times right before Christmas, right after Christmas, and periodically for the rest of my “tour” on “the ice”.
It was, and is, a great movie. But it probably perpetuated my numbness, getting me to think of being somewhere else besides a windy, cold, desolate, flat, boring field camp. Having said that Antarctica was good. But I don’t think I need to do it again.
My hope for you is that you will be able to see clearly through the fog, whatever fog it may be: materialism, cynicism, loneliness, missing loved ones, illness, transitional stress. At Christmas time, the Christmas Fog is always near. Keeping a good focus on what is important, and what is good, can be difficult at times, depending on … how thick the fog is, and how bright the lights are. Peace. T
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