Today was our day for getting up the Christmas tree and other Christmas decorations. I can’t say that I am a Christian with a religious significance for Christmas, as that would be an untruth. I don’t really have a religion in the formal sense of the word. However, I do have a deeply spiritual core that embraces the best of all religions, the belief in the possibility that there is “worth” in living in peace with self, other, and the container that is home for all of us.
Christmas is a celebration that is archetypal, that is, it takes its roots out of the human psyche which has humans gather together as families in protest against the darkest time of year. Of course, that protest is beneath the level of consciousness. We need to find a “rational” excuse for this instinctive response to winter, the season of snow, a deep sleep for nature, and few hours of sunshine in the northern hemisphere.
Today, I am fortunate to have sunshine pouring through the large windows of my living room providing a warmth that no furnace or fireplace can match. In spite of low temperatures, even in the house (we keep the temperature around 20C / 68F during the daytime), it feels like summer near the window.