Happy is he who still loves something he loved in the nursery: He has not been broken in two by time; he is not two men, but one, and he has saved not only his soul but his life. ~G.K. Chesterton
I sometimes think the true magic of Christmas is somehow lost on children. Most children truly believe in the Spirit of Christmas and as such they possibly miss some of the magic around them. The infectious joy is a mundane normality to them and in their rush through the day, they enjoy the “things” they have received but forget to enjoy the feelings, the happy moments of life that is created. These get squirreled away for the bleak moments in adulthood when we have a vague memory and wish we could live those days just one more time. I wish there was a way to bottle this magic for adulthood because with age we learn to better savor that which is good, and pure, the joy, that’s the most sublime feeling of all things. But, also as adults, we have somehow lost this ability to cast away cares and implant the soft seeds of happiness that would fill our hearts with glad tidings and lightness.
This year, I have the hope we can implant in one another an entire field of seeds for the year. In our actions and deeds with one another, with our willingness to just laugh and smile, at ourselves, and with others. To not sit in judgment or condescension, but to embrace one another’s dreams, to hold each other’s hearts dear and enable, or further, another’s goals above our own, because often, so very often actually, it’s the journey that is the highest award, not the winning of the contest. I hope you will think about this, ponder, if even just a tiny bit, but also, I wish each and every one of you to know, I am scattering my seeds like bright shiny stars into the winds and hope so much, they spread across Second Life and land in a small corner of each of your hearts! You have all brought to me so much joy this year; I will always wish to scatter it back to you!
This Christmas let your heart shine a little brighter, be a little more open to possibility. Christmas is not a time nor a season but a state of mind. Cherish peace and goodwill, look to others with a little more forgiveness, and feel the joy of the season with the heart of a child. Be glad, be hopeful and feel the good of the world spiritually. Because there is nothing quite so poignantly sad than to wake up Christmas day and not be a child, soften your view and embrace the season as a child. I hope you wake up in wonder and joy for all that surrounds you. That is the little wish I have for each and every one of you.